I suddenly want to work on a new sword-and-sorcery novel.
Y'know, in all these huge swaths of free time I've got.
I blame Van Helsing.
If you spent the first 17 years of your life underground and finally came out, broke out of your shell, and made a big spectacle to get a date, you'd smack into walls and fall down a lot too.
MUSE: I want to work on a new sword-and-sorcery book! Right now!
ME: How long do you want to put Suburban Jungle on hold for it?
MUSE: Uh ... what?
ME: Look, it's like this. I have to work five days a week; that's not flexible. I have to exercise, either in the form of Kung Fu or Bowflex, which takes most of an evening during the week, and/or a humongous slab of time on Saturday. Add gaming on Saturday night to that, and what you've got left is just enough time to do SJ. So if you want to work on something else, SJ has got to go on hold.
MUSE: But I don't want SJ to go on hold! I'm still angry about NeverNever as it is!
ME: Aren't we all. But unlike you, I have to live in the real world, which means I have finite resources. You can have anything you really want, but you'll have to trade off other things for it. If you want SJ, you can't have novel writing. If you want novel writing, you can't have SJ. At least, not simultaneously. So here's the deal: you come up with an idea for a novel that I'm convinced is really worth pursuing, and I'll take the time off from SJ (or find another artist) and we'll write the thing. Which is it? You tell me.
MUSE: Uuuhh ... well ... I sure would miss SJ...
MUSE: But I really want to write...
MUSE: Well ... um ... keep working on SJ for now, and I'll get back to you.
ME: I thought you might.