It must be a sickness. Too many ideas-itis or something.
This morning on the bus going to work I am plotting out my next Regency gay romance. What? Crazy, you say?
Yup. I have the butler's name, Hollington. Yes, a butler. And the third son of a duke, Lord Christian. Hollington and Christian. I even played out some scenes in my head.
Okay, but so what? That does not mean I have to write it any time soon. It can wait until 2009. Really it can.