I had strange dreams last night.

I blame the sweet Lebanon bologna I had for lunch yesterday. On the bright side, I woke up realizing that PICKMAN’S MODELS needs a complete rewrite and that I knew how to rewrite it. So I finally got off my butt and blocked out the plot, and now all I have to do is boil things down a bit. …And finish the story, but at least I know what I’m doing wrong.

So, maybe more bologna for lunch tomorrow.