I've reached 25,000 words for my November word challenge (http://nanowrimo.org/) and I have basically created an entire timeline for an entire galaxy for that book.
Not only that, but I've had time to think.
Picture yourself walking down a beautiful path. The ground beneath you is gravel. There are thick patches of grass that has pushed it's way through the gravel, making the ground very uneven. Thick lines of trees grow on both sides of the path, creating both a wall and a roof for you. Through the tops of the leaves you can see the sun shining down on you. The further you go, the more sparse the ceiling of leaves become. Soon, two suns, shining brightly in your eyes. You are able to see the entire landscape ahead of you clearly. Your vision is clear and you can see thousands of stars and galaxies in the sky above and around you. It is beautiful.
Now, out of nowhere, a pair of sunglasses fall at your feet. You put them on to see if you can see anything more.
Now these galaxies vanish, leaving you standing on the road. The landscape around you is covered in fog, only letting you see what is right in front of you.
The light of the sun now is dimmed. The glasses make it hard to see anything clearly.
Soon, you begin to think that seeing the galaxies and the beauty around you as unimportant or even sinful!
The sun that was once so warm and bright, is not cooler and very dim. You are awestruck at the sun, but you only see one. You have forgotten about the second sun that once was very beautiful. You think
"That second sun is just a story. There is only one sun!"
More people show up and they are wearing sunglasses too. They also believe that two suns were false, and that the beauty around you is false.
But after awhile, you begin to remember something. You begin to look above your glasses and you catch glimpses of something.
Excited, you take off the glasses and are blinded with new light. It isn't a bad thing, you soon adjust and are able to explore again. The beauty comes back and you see the thousands of stars and galaxies again. There is even a second sun up in the sky, and you scold yourself for ever forgetting something so beautiful.