The wonders of the slumbering mind

I had a dream about citrus fruit last night, more specifically about those phenomena which are referred to in this part of the world with equal frequency as "cuties" or "mandarins."

I do not much care for fruit in general. I don't think it tastes bad per se, but somehow unnerving. I woke up direly wanting citrus fruit. Perhaps my physiology is trying to get my attention?

On actually finishing something I started

I recently finished the ~114,000 word thing that started my Tolkienverse madness, and I spent a good deal of today re-parsing the chapters in a more sensible and digestible manner. This involved getting to think of significant (and, where possible, double-edged) subtitles for certain chronologically contiguous sections that have been teased out into separate chapters. I love naming things (rather like the first men/elves/beings/whatever of many myths).

I was kind of surprised when I ended a chapter last week and suddenly was visited with the realization: "Hey. This s*** is finished."

Ostensibly. Some stuff at the beginning no longer makes sense and it will require a lot of tweaking, particularly of characters who evolved along the way. Plus it's the first of a projected three thingies. x__x

It needs a title. x____x