A big drawback of writing lots of different stuff on a very tight schedule is, sometimes your subconscious (or whatever it is) gives you a field day.
Or night.
This is the reason why, last night, I spent a few hours tossing and turning in my bed, my mind overloaded with scenes from two stories I am writing (story n°1) and revising (story n° 2).

My imagination gave me a roller coaster ride between a small town in the Bible Belt and a South-American plateau infested with dinosaurs.
You can imagine the effects.
I emerged bleary-eyed and impossibly grumpy at 7 a.m., to the sound of someone shooting a shotgun – has the hunting season began already, or is just someone warming up? I don’t know. Continue reading