Inspirations

My head bombarded today with far out notions for story points in the novella, several looking like they will stick regarding the ending, based in spirit on the ending of a foreign film I remember and admire, but in a direction I never imagined even yesterday. This is what I mean by the surprises that get missed if one plans too much too soon. The first draft is the vehicle with which I learn what the hell I want to write about. In many ways, despite its messy chaos, it's the most fun part of the process. Out of nowhere, something enters my brain and I think, Great idea! Why didn't I think of that?