Just got another one because of angstchic. She's going to try and say it's my own fault, that just because she had a germ of an idea, that I didn't need to hear it and that I insisted she tell me. She's right, of course, but that doesn't mean I have to like it.
This makes five.
When is someone going to come up with the technology that's going to automatically turn all the lovely scenes in your head into words on a page, so that stories get written faster? That would make my life so much easier...