I had an idea. I get one at least once a month without fail. Sometimes without even thinking about it. And yes, I know I should really finish book three first but I just couldn't wait. Not content with upsetting the ruler of the universe in book three I was having problems deciding who to rile this time. And that's when I came up with the idea.
The problem is, with all these ideas will I ever finally get round to publishing the books? I considered this for almost a minute before realising that I didn't really care. Am I breaking some unwritten rule about writers actually putting their stuff out for others to read? I will eventually - maybe. It's just that I'm having so much fun and even if the rest of the world considers my writing to be just so much dross at least I can say that I've spent twenty years having fun, and being paid for it.
It was as I was putting the finishing touches to my newest painting that the idea hit me. That's not what's going to happen. It's just that the idea of wholesale destruction always gets my creative juices flowing.