I’ll share my story. In 2005, I had a recurring dream about a feral little boy hiding in the trees of a forest. He hung around in my head for a couple of weeks, and didn’t climb down until a little girl appeared, and he followed her around like a love struck puppy. This dream inspired a short story. It was the last thing I wrote before taking 7 year hiatus. Fast forward to 2012, I’m in India, and Nepal. When I get back home I start writing all my ideas down furiously. My WIP is born, partly inspired by my short story. It’s taken 7 years to finish, and hopefully it will become a series (I’ve almost finished the first draft of the second book.) Most of that was teaching myself to write, but I didn’t have that dream way back when, I wouldn’t have started this journey.