ok ok subconscious, fine

I was re-reading the beginning of the Stone Gryphon last night, after drinking hot cocoa with a shot of irish cream. And I got a little sleepily maudlin about how I can't write characters and plot and such (not just SG-related, but it was the thing I was reading at the time). I assume it's because my stomach was empty, and thus, I was more of a lightweight than normal.

And then I went to sleep and my subconscious proceeded to thrash me about this lack of confidence in my abilities with a ridiculous amount of strange dreams, places, people, plots, etc., etc. To the point that when I woke up at 4:30 to pee, I said aloud, "For fuck's sake, you can stop now."

It's just a pity I can't plug my brain in, as I certainly can't remember all of that.