Had to drive to Vermont for a fine art shoot I was modeling for yesterday. This was a longer drive than I expected. Like, I was an hour from Canada when I got to the studio. This was a whole day shoot sort of thing. (Fantastic photographer, the guy previously sold a photo of my arse in black and white for like, 1,000 dollars a few years back, so it was worth the trip.)
But seven hours in the car, by myself... Last week I was thinking, okay I have three books out in the Indestructibles series. People are already asking about book 4, but I want to write a spinoff book next. Atlantis theme, it'll be fun. But what does my brain do? Nope, plots out the entirety of book 4 while I'm driving.
And not only that... Book 4 is looking huge. Like, big set pieces, major cases of the Feels, callbacks to themes that have built up through the entire series... okay, brain, okay, we'll write book 4 first. Atlantis can be my winter project. Jeez.