My post-manuscript malaise officially lasted a week. All my existing manuscripts have disappeared into various black holes, I finally got caught up with the Black Dagger Brotherhood series, got some sleep...and now I'm trolling for a new project.
I toyed with the idea of a short story based on one of my existing worlds, but then a couple of lines came to me:
Who knew it would be so hard to divorce an elf? After all, I hadn't consented to the nuptials. Hell, I hadn't even been conscious for part of them. And I sure hadn't consummated the deal.
And ELYSIAN FIELDS, the third in my New Orleans and Beyond urban fantasy series (which doesn't really have a series name yet), is off and running. Hey, it has 275 words so far. It counts.