Did you ever have one of those dreams in which you’ve committed a murder and everybody’s chasing you? Note: the murder was already committed when the dream started, it’s a fait accompli and you’re just plain stuck with it.
I had one of those last night, with the unusual twist that I did not, in fact, commit the murder, I was innocent–but I was running around with the victim’s blood-stained clothing in my hands (highly incriminating!) and unsuccessfully trying to get rid of it. I was running through the woods and swamps, trying to find a hiding place, but I kept winding up in people’s back yards in my old neighborhood.
File it away for use in a future book.
I think I need to be getting back to novel-writing soon. Like as soon as I get the idea for the next book. But if you’re gonna have vividly alarming dreams, you might as well try to get some use of them.