Secondly... I got in bed tonight, started reading Ethan of Athos - yes, I giggled at the name, for I am a dork - got to a stopping point around midnight and decided to try and sleep, because I had the bright idea of taking a subbing position for tomorrow.
And then, my brain, which is well known for its wonderful timing, decided to spit up an opening for the fic I've been musing over. That I've been pulling my hair out trying to come up with an opening for, trying to find that momentum. So naturally I had to get up and write the first page, which was about as much as what was spit up. But now I'm afraid to go back to bed because then my brain will start upchucking prose again, and I'll either have to get up and write it or risk it all being lost!