Ever experience this? You've been up far, far too long, the sun is starting to come up, peeking through the window, your head feels like it is stuffed full of cotton and all you want to do it curl up in the corner and just shut off for the day...

And then your muse wakes up, grabs your head and hands, and pours a virtual deluge of words across the page in a non-stop torrent that doesn't end until you put in that final period.

Happened last night, first time in two weeks I was able to produce something worth reading. I can't be the only one that gets this...

yes...