I don't recall whether I dreamed the
encounter with Nayal's troop or wrote it. But I have dreamed too often of
cowering under bushes to count.
I wrote the porridge and carrot scene. I do like my oatmeal with butter and nuts,
and sometimes spices. But I did dream of
Kiril getting heavier and Deirdre lighter, as well as Deirdre's increasing
fatigue. Perhaps at the time I gave too
much weight to my childhood and not enough to the adult-me in charge.
I dreamed of being Zanne going down a street full
of children's shops, with something creepy about it. (Dolls are always creepy for me.) I filled in the rest.