I’m writing in my head again. I sat down to think of an idea for a new novel. The first I came up with was a great idea too horrible to write. It would probably be a great book but it would damage my psyche beyond repair. Then I rifled through every bad idea I ever had. Not for serious consideration but as a nostalgic courtesy. Then it came to me. A page of ideas and notes was quickly populated. As cruel as the first idea actually but with a buffer that should allow the truth without any permanent damage.