Dreamed a great one last night. A story character giving out advice. About how I might write the story. He's a soldier. More, actually: a sergeant, respected by the soldiers he leads.
"Come morning, if you find you can stand to read it, you'll know it might be worth making more of." he said.
The sergeant didn't appear...distinct. A cloaked big man standing on hard ground, and shadowed by a great tree overhead. I had the impression he wore armour under that cloak. Of course, he's only partly formed. Just like the story.
Here's the funny thing, though: I haven't recently scribbled anything featuring any sergeant.
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