Inspiration is damned inconvenient, sometimes.

[hmpf]

For example, when forty wives of Methos turn up in your head at half past four in the morning, insisting their stories be told, and told *now*. All I really wanted to do was sleep.

This is why I usually prefer to work without inspiration, even if it doesn't get me six pages of notes in twenty minutes.

Has somebody already done this, btw? A story about *all* of Methos' wives? Not that I could stop writing now, this thing is frelling insistent - but I'd like to know if I'm treading familiar ground. It's a bit of an experiment (again), but it's a very *obvious* experiment, so I wouldn't be surprised if somebody thought of it before me.

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Re: You're the author of the week here ;-)

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No. Go away. I can't bear it. There are so few of these pieces of work I actually like any more. And to have you read them...