Driving down the road today on my way to the gun range, I remembered an unnatural, vivid dream I had a year and a half ago. Of being in a derelict church slated for demolition.
Of hearing the souls trapped in the walls.
And wham! I saw — my dream-self was — Hattie Locke. Sudden — shocked, maybe even terrified — medium. And there’s so much more. The amount of detail… stunned me.
I think I’ve got a novel on my hands.