It’s funny how dreams work. Last night, for my book, I wrote a scene about a dream with faeries in it. Did I dream about faeries? No, but I did dream about little flying black pegasus in the garden. Not sure how that morphed. The faeries in the story could turn into butterflies with black bodies. Maybe all that my dreaming brain pulled from that was small, winged, black thing and came up with… winged horses. Odd, but maybe I’ll have to work that into a story somewhere along the line. It’s an interesting image.
Looks like the book will come in over 100,000 words but I’m going to leave my progress bar referenced to 100K for now so I can hit 100% twice on the same project!