Was that lightning?

Taken from my post at the How To Think Sideways forum:

Because it felt more like the muse was using me like a Ouija board last night while I was laying in bed trying to fall asleep. Now before I get into what happened I want to mention an event a few hours beforehand, because I think this is relevant. I had taken a sheet of loose leaf and wrote the name of something that's been bothering me for a really long time, then wrote out how I felt about it. After both sides of the paper were covered in bright red ink I tore up the sheet of paper into tiny bits and shoved it in a garbage bag.

So last night while I was trying to sleep, (it was late, very late, four am late, Hey muse how about giving me ideas other then between the hours of 12am-4am? huh?...huh?) and all of a sudden all of these details fill my head, some based of a very vague old idea that I had, that was also part a dream. All of this was so screaming loud that I had to get up and start writing things down or there was no way I was going to sleep. Seven very confusing, detailed pages (that look like the start of either a mess or an outline) later I finally closed the book stopped writing then slipped into a sweet coma. (Not easy for someone who has a hate-hate relationship with sleep.)

Something tells me this was the result of clearing out one small section of my mind in order to let in this wonderful bunch of new information come in. What I'm going to do with it all is another question all together, my me is telling me I'm not ready for world building but the muse? She just hit me over the head like a stealth assassin. Making the choice to start picking through it and asking questions is the next big leap, I know this. (Hey fear? Kiss my grits for once, um please?) And if I don't end up liking any of it I can clear out another part of my mind and try again. I think however I am going to do more red ink writing and ripping it was very therapeutic and oddly seemed to be the key I was missing.