It happened again. Yesterday I was reading Dubliners and BAM! in the middle of it a whole scene came to me, like a little movie, with noises and everything. Disturbing. Now I know what to write today. I can't not write it, it's glaring at me, hanging in front of my eyes. So I suppose while I'm reading a part of my mind keeps working on my story and combines things and when it's ready it presents them to me. Eerie. If I were a believer in weird shit, I'd think I was channeling the dead or something, them trying to hand their story through me. Yeah.