You will forget how anything you wrote happened.

Seriously.  I took ambien before getting into bed last, was struck with the sudden urge to write a little, and then eventually went to sleep.  I opened up that notebook at work on my first break and I was baffled at what I’d written.  Not that it was bad or completely loopy or out of place, but I literally had no memory of how I reached this point in the story.  I couldn’t remember writing a single thing of it, and I wrote something like three full pages.

Absolutely bizarre and not a little disquieting.

Also, I decided on my drive home that the story I want to write about werewolves will involve social justice somehow.  Mostly, I just want the werewolf protagonist to get punched in the snout by the second protagonist for being an arrogant ponce about meting out “justice.”

MONSTERstuck is going quite well and I hope to have the writing of it done and dusted by the end of this week.