Inspiration knocking

     It's happening again. The same, visceral dreams pressing onto my mind swimming out of whatever subconscious hallucination or celestial muse they come from. But as I near the end of my first novel, I felt my mind open and wonder into a new story.
     It's powerful how it smacks into my brain igniting all my senses. I don't know if I can do it justice, an idea for a thriller haunting my brain. But I have to try. That's what I did before. I didn't know if I could write a screenplay after fifteen years out of practice but I did it. Then I didn't know if I had the knack to write a novel but I dove in head first asking for help where needed.
     How many novels and movies and poems and other creative works might not have seen fruition if the creator hadn't thought maybe I can do this, let's give it a try and find out.
     So I am going to follow the new dream. I can't help it right now. It screams at me pressing images and sentences in my brain every time I try to close my eyes. I am sure the optometrist and hairsylist thought I was mad today, my mind wandering and my fingers tapping notes to myself on my phone everytime they walked away for a second. Sometimes I have to pull over and crank the air-conditioning in the car shushing the kids writing down the sentence before it escapes me.
     It's a weird euphoria, what I described to my husband as a thought orgasms gripping my mind and pressing me into submission until I do its bidding and write it out.
     So here I go, embarking on a new adventure, a new challenge to my growing skills. I can't wait to see what happens next.
     When inspiration knocks fling the door wide open and embrace it.