There’s nothing like sleeping in a strange place for dreaming. This morning I woke from a dream where a giant moth was spitting silk thread and wrapping me inside a tight cocoon. I awoke inside my own very real cocoon with two dogs, one very large retriever/lab mix snuggled up against my body on top of the sheets. Both were quite content and didn’t like me nudging them to get up so I could move.
Not sure I will ever be able to use that in a story, but I thought it was pretty funny.
My second day was productive (no little hellion underfoot). I would have liked to finish chapter one, but I’ll take the nine pages of progress. The chapter is a little out of order, and I’ve decided to pull back on the scene where the hero finds the heroine with another man. I liked the imagery in my head of him meeting her stare over the other man’s shoulder while they are, em, shagging, but this hero isn’t the sort to share. So, it wouldn’t make sense for him to want her afterward–which would mean the story would end in chapter one.
Long-ass way of saying it, I know. Hopefully, I’ll get my brain better organized for Day Three, so I can wrap up the opening.