Do you ever feel inspired to write, but you don't know what to write about? That's not how it usually happens for me-- I feel inspired about something specific I want to get down on paper, so I go and I write it. But today, I feel this urge to create with words, yet I'm having no specific ideas...
Last night I dreamed I was at a writer's conference with famous YA novelists. John Green was there and Maureen Johnson, Patrick Ness (whom I've never even seen a pic of, so I guess my own made-up version of him was there), among others. And they were treating me like I was one of their own, and we were all discussing writing and writing together. And I kept thinking that I was such a fraud because they were treating me like one of them, and I was letting them, yet I'd never finished my novel.
At one point, I had this inspiration for a sentence, and I just stopped everyone so I could write it down. Like John was saying something, and I held up my finger all, "Wait, the genius must write" or something and scribbled down this sentence:
He was all sharp angles and rounded edges, elbows, knees, and shoulder blades.