Idears are... Well.

Lackington's magazine is open for short fiction submissions on the theme of "cocktails" and I've been struggling with a desire to write a story, without being able to pin down what idea I should develop. Today, this evening, in fact, just this moment, I finally figured out what I want to do. I'm borrowing a worldbuilding concept from a comatose novel seed that's been dormant in my head for maybe eight years or so. Better still, it comes with its own built-in metaphor, which also drags along behind it a great core concept for the narrator character.

Ideas are coming together. I'll sit down and put down a draft tomorrow, after I handle some morning chores. That'll definitely make me feel better about the lingering cold that kept me in bed for so long.