Hobkin woke me up this morning out of a series of very disturbing dreams. He, of course, was not at all interested in the vagaries of my subconscious and was solely interested in being fed. But I still haven’t shaken off the sleep fog. Couldn’t even remember what day it was for a bit there. I’m having a hard time recalling any details of the dreams now, but they’ve left their indelible imprint upon my Sunday (Sunday, right?) morning. I think my brain is trying to tell me it’s anxious, but I knew that already.
New Words: 300
On the folktale, and I’m at zero draft. Woohoo! Going to do a couple editing passes and then hand it off to fosteronfilm to first reader. Will toss it up on Critters the week after next. Quite a productive couple of days. And now I’m perusing the Korean folklore and mythology sites I’ve bookmarked in an effort to tempt my muse to maintain her productive streak.