Runaway Train

My heart started racing today while driving into work.  I had a quick and brief memory of a story my mom once today me about my sister.  Was it a real memory or something that my mind made up?  I'm not sure, I have to talk with mom.  Either way, suddenly... quietly and completely an idea started to form in my mind about it.

What if?

My heart has been beating slightly above normal ever since and the story keeps developing - like a runaway train of ideas.  It's fine.  It's exciting and I feel like it's a gift.

I plan to spend the next several days writing this all down.  I hope to have the script finished by Monday.