Why is it that inspiration strikes at the least opportune moment? Last night I was lying in bed when suddenly a section of dialogue scrolled through my mind. It was exactly what I needed to move my story forward. So there I was, wondering if I should force myself out of bed to write it down or remain comfortably in bed. I chose the latter, hoping that the lingering effects of inspiration will last until the morning. It didn’t. Its a lesson learned. Never toy with inspiration.