I think there is some kind of spooky drug in Neo Citrin that makes you have these long, epic dreams that go on all night and cover a full range of adventures. I've been battling the start of a cold by downing a hot cup of the lemony goodness in the evenings before bed and three nights in a row I've had these epic dreams. They fade fairly quickly when I wake up, leaving behind little remnants that I'll remember as the day goes on, but the impression of them seems to stay with me. Weird. Fun, but weird.
Meanwhile, bizarre nocturnal wanderings aside, today didn't start off too well writing-wise. I couldn't quite figure out how to work a scene that needed to be cut down and rewritten. But after about three false starts it finally began to come together. I'll probably need to take a second look at it to see if it works, but for now it's done and I can move on. I managed 2,286 words this morning, a vast improvement over yesterday's 559.
Whew. I feel better now. It wasn't an easy writing day, but it was still productive.