For years, I thought I was an insensitive freak, not caring for anyone or anything. I'd get these flashes--some horrible trouble or catastrophe for myself or someone I love. I'd look hard within myself, wondering how I could be such a cold-blooded monster to even be thinking something like that. Now, I've started wondering...am I battling inner demons or, as I choose to see it, is it my writer's imagination or intuition giving me ideas from which to form stories to tell the world? Perhaps, I've missed my calling and should be pursuing the mystery/suspense genre rather than writing for children! Or, most likely, I've lots of stories across many genres perculating around my brain just begging to be told. I look forward to the process of seeing where these flashes take me.
As Sarah Gilbert says in Walking on Alligators,
"You've got to be smart enough to write, and stupid enough not to think about all the things that might go wrong."
If any of you out there have ever experienced the same, I'd love to hear how you've channeled those flashes into something productive.