This is why writers are crazy

So, I'm in a meeting at work. It was about something that, in all probablility, won't involve me, so I sort of tuned out after a few minutes.

Which left my subconcious time to come up with some ideas for my next project, an entirely premature sequel to Seer.

I already had a basic idea for it, and I sort of figured out something one of my characters would have figured out. That character will perform an act of ultimate sacrifice for the one he loves, I've decided. He has a good reason for it, and he feels like it'll help a terrible situation. Plus, he's the type of guy who would do that sort of thing, so this almost has to happen for it to be true-to-character.

Unfortunately this affected me profoundly, and I nearly burst into tears during this boring business meeting. Now that would have taken some explaining. And probably have resulted in a referral to the company shrink. Heh.

Yeah, I'm all sad about something a person who doesn't actually exist does for another person who doesn't actually exist. And I haven't even started writing it yet--and may not, depending on the feedback I get about the first one.

Damn. Really. I feel, sometimes, when I'm working on this stuff, that I'm losing my frakkin' mind. Which is a Good Thing, I reckon.