I had really really strange dreams last night. Allen said when he woke me up this morning I told him “I couldn’t find the wolves.” What I remember was something about being on horseback in the snow somewhere in eastern Germany and knowing I was supposed to be some kind of sacrifice for the village. There was also some garbled thought about being surrogate mother to a litter of wolf cubs. No idea.
But me being me, I started toying with the idea of tourists being used as some kind of sacrifice by a village in east Germany to the pack of werewolves there. It started out as a joke. I was telling Zoe about my dream this morning and snarking that “hey that would be far more fun if the wolf were really a sexy shapeshifter”…and my brain just tok off. And by 10 or so this morning, I had 2000 words of notes, character names, the beginnings of a spewdraft outline, the backstory, premise, and quite a bit of goal/motivation/conflict. Apparently, my next project is going to be a paranormal romantic suspense. I decided to allow myself today to write as much as possible for the Tangent Notebook before going back to Til Death tomorrow.