Some writers get ideas from dreams, I am not usually one of them. The dream I had last night is one example of way. I dreamed I was on a large ferry that somehow ran broke down in a place where rescuers could not find it. I was with a small group of people who decided that the answer was to build a kind of jetty out from the boat, and for some reason we were building it out of books. Eventually we were all rescued and I was greeted by the characters from the TV show Bones (which I don't even like very much). I woke up feeling confused, not inspired.
Oh well. The revised version of Blue Murder has been finished and submitted. Lover of Ghosts is next. I am on the final chapter.