I tell myself stories before I go to bed at night.
It’s something that I’ve done since I was a child. I remember telling myself stories about Star Wars and Battlestar Galactica back in the 70s when I was ten or eleven years old. Basically, my brain has been wired to write Mary Sue fanfiction ever since I was still in elementary school.
Recently (as in, just this past week ) I’ve realized that I really need a flashlight and pen and paper next to the bed. Because sometimes when my brain is telling me stories, I want to capture it for my fanfiction. And even though I always think I’ll remember my ideas when I wake up, I seldom do.
I’m afraid that
this is what happens when you have been doing research about the British diet during WWII and then have beans and weenies for dinner.