Bit that sticks? Somehow, the books I've written wound up in the litter bin, and got soaked with cat excrement. Big long dream, and that's what it apparently boils to.
Now, It's been a while since having a nightmare about my writing. Used to have them fairly often until people I showed my work to actually told me it wasn't as shit as I am always afraid of (Shadow Chronicles is still shelved for now with the other projects I want done first...). Really though, a recurrence of it was not welcome.