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.