in fact, I had two
one had space pirates and an Indian princess
and the thread count of Persian rugs;
it was mostly a dream that sounded enticing
until I realized I didn't know anywhere near enough
about how to fence stolen rugs
to make the story convincing
the other had doctors and an Indian wife
and two pregnancies (one planned, one not --
one complicated, one simple -- both wanted badly)
which might actually be worth writing down
if I can get the voices clear in my head
but none of these details are important yet
right now, what is important
and unexpected, and rare, is this:
I had an idea for a story this morning.
Congratulations. There’s little better than waking up surprised by an idea for a story. And then writing it down.