Too full of story.
I woke up this morning savoring the darkness, head full of story. I couldn’t force myself out of bed, too busy sounding out dialog and letting the scenes play behind my eyes to bother with moving. I rolled out of bed eventually and started getting myself slowly together for the day, characters still whispering in my ear.
The day is looking to be fog filled and gloomy with the faint hint of fall weather peeking through the southern heat and humidity. I am too full of words to get my mind to focus on the mundane realities of life. I hope the muse is willing to wait a few hours to get the full scenes on paper, notes will have to do for now.