I very rarely start to read anything and then don't finish it. In fact, these days, I usually read things in one sitting. I read fast enough that that's, say, six hours or so for a very, very long novel, and with my schedule I can do that. When I have a good book or fic I've been interrupted in the middle of, there's this weird feeling that keeps nagging at me, like when I've been rudely woken in the middle of good REM sleep: the story hangs on at the edge of my mind, not letting me rest or dig in to anything else until I go back to finish it. If I wonder what I should be doing, the story is the first thing that comes to mind.

I've been having that feeling consistently for about twenty-four hours now. Only-- it's not a story I'm reading. It's a story that doesn't even exist. It's a plot bunny that I got only yesterday, which has only been sketched out in the vaguest manner, and needs massive background research before I can lay down even the basics of the storyline. I have a setting, three lines of dialogue, four characters and a dog, and one incident that might or might not work as a key scene. That's it.

Yeah, I do get attacked by ideas frequently and live much of my life in fictional universes that exist only in my head, but this has never happened to me before. I wake up from a nap, or finish an errand for Mom, and think to myself, "Okay, what do I want to do now-- right, go downstairs and finish reading that fic." Beat. "Wait, that fic exists only in my head." It's *bizarre*. And I can't get into reading or writing any other fic, because of the "unfinished book" feeling that's nagging at me. I would just sit down and write it till it goes away, but it's at such a basic level that I don't have anything to write. Bizarre.