Been having a bunch of little droplets fall from the sky. Little snippets of story that I knew were important. Thoughts like "what if the antagonist believes the protagonist will eventually take up the hero's quest and by action force the hero out of their quest denial?" Or, when Muhammad refuses to go to the mountain, will the mountain come for tea?
Then there was a lesson in how things are hard, but they must be done in the vein of "sure, you can keep from ever having to try hard, but is that the life you want to live." As told through a lesson about something else.
And then an old piece came back to me (yes, I wrote it down both times) on how a forgotten God is a dangerous beast, akin to a wounded and cornered animal.
And then it came to me that they were all part of a longer story… for a different novel (currently a very sparse stub of one).
Sigh. Brain, why won't you work on the current WIP?
Actually I do know the answer to that. After speculating that big-D was trying a new route, it came roaring in late last night. So yeah, it's here. It might be a case of "calling Bloody Mary", but I think it had been there, lurking under all the rest of the stuff that was going on. Now that I know, I think I can deal with it a little better. Unfortunately I know it's from the stress of the day thing (both the actual work and the situation), and the advent of starting classes a year early. That means that I have no power to eliminate the source and that I'll have to go head-to-head with big-D instead of cutting off its fuel.
(Deleted whine about interstitial station in writing career. It came as too much of a fishing expedition for affirmation. The thing that will help will be to get published. That's the stumbling block.)