Remember Lost in Space? Danger, danger, Will Robinson and all that rot? Well, today was one of those Lost in Space days in terms of writing. Not necessarily the good kind, either. The best days are those where I'm in the zone of oblivion, tooling along as time passes unaware. The Lost in Space days are those where I struggle, but time still passes. And, at the end of it, I think: Did I get anything done? Then, I think, Well, I must have . . . because it's now five and I've been at it since eight. Today was one of those days. Lots of cutting and pasting, searching for material in older versions, rewriting and bridging. But still better than the Brain Dead Brick Wall Days, right? Approaching midpoint and feeling a bit like Br'er Rabbit and the Tar Baby.