Do you ever get these bursts of manic writing, and you just type as fast as you can, trying to capture every little drop? And then, the next day, it's almost like you dreamed it all; it has that same sort of vague ethereal quality in your memory. Except you didn't dream it, you have the proof on your HD. So you read what you wrote the night before and wonder, where in the hell did that all come from?!?