Blue eyes and bright ideas

I woke up before my alarm went off this morning, from a dream I remembered almost nothing of except looking at myself in a mirror and seeing myself with blue eyes, a very similar colour to my wife's eyes, rather than my real-life nondescript brown. For some reason I'm completely unable to explain, or even adequately describe, that snippet of a dream has given me an idea for what, if I can find the level of commitment and determination required, might become my first novel. I've talked a good fight about writing a novel a few times before, but this really might be the time when it comes to fruition. The plan is to write four or five chapters, then release Chapter 1 onto 'Nephelokokkygia', then each time I finish a chapter, release another, so there's some kind of logical progression, rather than trying to write the whole thing and then putting out 'x' number of chapters all at once. I've got the basis of the plot - it is, to put it simply, a love story spread over about 20 years - and the two main characters, so I'll have to see where, if anywhere, it goes.
I've had my first official confirmation of my new job - an e-mail telling me that my offer letter is in the post, although it didn't arrive today. On the basis of 'Sod's Law', a few days after I'd verbally accepted the new job, a vacancy has arisen in the place I worked before moving to my present job. In some ways, going back to my old haunt would be better, but the job is only going to be available for about 18 months, and then I'd be uprooted again, so I'm reluctantly going to stick to Plan A, because I suspect it's going to take 3 or 4 years to get our finances back on a properly even keel.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B