One of the problems with writing late, late, late at night is that you can start to drift a bit. One minute you’re walking through an abandoned ballroom with the queen of the Underworld and the next you’re sitting across the table from your girlfriend’s father and he’s complimenting you on the steak you cooked for him and asking for another glass of wine but whoops the bottle’s in the kitchen which turns out to be an underground swimming pool but you don’t have any trouble breathing which is fine until you’re suddenly back in the Underworld again wondering why the Hell you just wrote the word “amalgam” when it should have been “tank top.”
Yes, that is indeed a problem.