The wheels are spinning... unless it's just gears flying off.

I came up with another new novel idea yesterday/night before. It's somewhere between litfic and romance, which is not my usual thing at all. But in the course of one evening's I-should-be-sleeping musing, I got the whole story line, including what feels like key scenes for all the major turning points; I even remembered most of it the next morning. You don't argue with that.

...I may need to learn Italian.

Or at least find a really good consultant who knows Italian. Aside from language skills I don't have, this one will involve lots of Italian architecture and culture and such. An interesting side-effect of being a writer: I've never been all that interested in Italian language or culture beyond the basic of foreign travel = neat, but now I find myself half in love with it, because these characters are. My housemate tells me that normal people don't do this.

This is the third new novel idea I've come up with in the past couple of weeks. And that's not counting the couple of short story ideas that have cropped up in the same period of time. If my brain were half as focused on the thing it's supposed to be working on as it is on creating shiny new distractions I can't work on for ages yet, I'd be done by now.