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     Lately, I've had pieces of a story stirring in my head.  I don't know what the story is or who the characters are.  I'm just driving down the road, minding my own business, and then some crossroads scene plays in my head.  Someone at the end of their rope having a conversation with somebody.  A warrior in the bustle of men setting up tents and preparing for a battle ahead.  A whispered plot carried out in a dark room.
     I'm afraid to grab the scene (afraid that I will crush it if I try to commit it to memory) so I've just let it play in my head and hoped that somehow my subconscious will remember it and build it into a story.
     Has anybody else had this happen?  And what do you do when it does?
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  1. s.m.bJuly 2, 2016 at 9:51 PM

    This happens to me all the time. So I form Pinterest pages for each of them, and if I want write a short plotline so I can later to back and remember all the details.

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  2. JanieJuly 9, 2016 at 2:05 PM

    Yes! For me, it's mostly dialogue. I have built entire stories around one line of dialogue that popped into my head, and once I get to know a character, it's almost impossible for me to shut off the constant flow of dialogue coming from them. I usually write the most important-seeming/entertaining character conversations down so that I can use them later in my story.

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  3. Skye HoffertJuly 16, 2016 at 12:19 PM

    I'm like a full on puzzle, I relate!

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