Yeah. It helps to write romance when you’ve had romantic/erotic dreams. Except now I want to write about Tamsin and Corwin having sex, and it’s not time yet.

I did end up going back to bed for a bit, as we’d gone to bed late last night and risen early this morning because Ken had an early flight (four days in Portland this week, home for the weekend, then four days next week. We’re hoping he won’t have to go the week of the 26th.). Although I was groggy when I woke again—I’ve never been good at taking naps—at least my sudden burning obsession with Spike has faded enough so that I can get some work done. But I’m still going to watch the Buffy musical when I exercise today.

Whew! _Finally_ finished Chapter 11! I don’t know why it took me so long; I knew what was going to happen. Ended it on a nice cliffhanger, though. And I already have a few words on Chapter 12. But first, I’m going to celebrate by taking a bath.

I got stubborn about hitting 1500 words, and happily went over that and finished the scene. Now I don’t know what happens next. Hmmm…must do some thinking about it, and see what my subconscious comes up with. But now it’s late, and I must sleep.