I was dreaming last night. About being attacked. About fighting off strange stuff.

BeforeI went to sleep. I had spent the three hours before that reading Madeline L'Engle's 3rd book--A swiftly tilting planet. As always, I'm awed greatly by the works of a few great authors who can write sequel after sequel without losing the impact and quality of the series. People like L'Engle and Ursula Le Guin and Meredith Ann Pierce and Celia Rees and some others.

Having been stuck right at the beginning of a few original works I'm writing (must be all the rust, I swear), I was wondering how L'Engle wrote (since hers was the book I read last night). And, I realized that one good way for me was not to write, but to record, to allow the character to tell his/her story through me. To allow the character to either become a muse, or a soulbond (even if only temporarily). Because, there's a saying that goes somewhat like: all the stories in the world have been written; the only difference is how each being views them.
And, after having that small insight, I just relaxed, called the dragon to me (I think I named him Alagon) and then just relaxed. What happened was a communication that was easy and relatively unhindered. And, I got some sort of scenes from Alagon's experiences, and his mind, even his thoughts. He knew I was there and was explaining things to me, sometimes.

More writing. Awesome. *grins*