Sigh.

Me: Okay, the next ZNB antho is up on Kickstarter, I actually have half an idea, I will spend a while talking to people and brainstorming to try to get more out of this than an actually pretty good opening paragraph.
My brain: Neener!
Me: Oh, what's your problem?
My brain: You remember that CFS that you decided you weren't going to do anything for?
Me: ... yes?
My brain: And how they like experimental prose some?
Me: ... I'm not liking the sound of this.
My brain: WE HAVE A GIMMICK.
Me: Do you have a plot?
My brain: Nooooooo....
Me: Look, we were going to work on this other thing.
My brain: That deadline's not until December. This deadline is next week.
Me: We weren't going to try that CFS.
My brain: Well fine but I refuse to think about airships until you think some more about the contents of this evidence locker.
Me: ... gah.