OK, this is really annoying now.

[shoebox_dw]

Last night, just before I fell asleep, I suddenly found the key to my plotting troubles. It was the most wonderful feeling - like sailing into harbour at last. A whole glorious vista of meaningful hours spent tapping out the magnum opus of my life spread before me...

...and then I fell asleep. By the time I woke back up again, life had already gotten really busy, and continued so throughout the day. It was only when I finally sat down at the computer this evening that I remembered...

...absolutely nothing. Zip. Nada. No idea. I didn't even get one of those cute little moments where you wonder if it's all a dream, then turn and there's the key on your pillow. All that's left is a faint, nagging warm glow.

I'm starting to realise why so many artists go insane.