This epiphany was about writing. It concerned two short stories I'd written.
The first was about a rejected short story that I'd just revised and rewritten. In the revision, the character has an epiphany about thinking more and acting less. This is related to his father.
His father had never been mentioned in the story's first version. This version has his father show up in memory. The father, deceased, had been a dentist and a boxer who liked to tell everyone that the biggest muscle is the brain.
The son isn't like his father, though. He took after his mother. But now that he's in his mid fifties and has gone through a crises, he realizes with much greater insight what his father meant and how he could apply it to his situation.
While I slept, I further rewrote the story's end, and woke up with the writing sharp in my mind. I reviewed it, wrote a post about it to cement it more, and returned to sleep, after a while.
I don't know time it was. When I rose this morning, I opened the story and added the revisions. It was the third piece of writing I undertook after I got up today.
The second epiphany was about a short story that I recently finished writing. I haven't looked at it since I've been editing and rewriting the other, but I awoke with a new beginning written in my head.
The hero had also had an epiphany about his life. This story was being told by him in hindsight. The epiphany was added to the beginning as just a short paragraph. That was the second piece of writing that I undertook after I rose today.
Both of these stories were written in first person. The revised story is urban fantasy. The character's background is borrowed from my life. He lives in my town, works from home for a corporation and likes to take a daily walk to a coffee shop as a break in the day. However, he has two growns sons. He and his wife are contemplating separating. That isn't true for me.
The second story, just finished, features a person with a military past and deleted memories. Deleting memories is a normal course of business, to help protect secrets. As memories are deleted, however, the person's behavior must be re-baselined to ensure that the deleted memories don't affect their behavior. That is the law, that the deleted memories can contain harmful or proprietary information about others and can be deleted but that the behavior that such memories create belong to the person so their personality and behavior must be addressed so that such deleted memories don't detract from their personality and behavior.
The character is somewhat based on me, in that he has a military past, but that's about it. He was a colonel and was a warrior who flew fighters. I've also not had any memories deleted, that I know. Perhaps someone is stealing in at night and doing such things to me, as in "Dark City".
But thinking about them after awakening from these writing epiphanies, I appreciated them realer, more nuanced and layered. Perhaps it sounds a bit crazy but they'd passed from being fictional constructs to people I knew and could regard.
Whatever the source, I was pleased with the writing results this morning. So, thanks for the epiphanies, to wherever, whoever, sent them to me.
After writing in my head and writing a post in my head, I didn't think much more about and went to sleep, somewhat contented and pleased.
How much time passed, I don't know, but I awoke with another epiphany.
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