So here’s the thing: I just finished Good Omens, and it’s definitely on track to becoming one of my favorite books, but for me that’s a problem. It’s a problem because I was in the middle of planning a book about the end of the world, and that’s awkward, especially because it uses elements of Christian theology altered for comic benefit.

I didn’t know, okay?

The thing is, there are a lot of points where my book diverges, both in terms of the source of the apocalypse and in terms of the version of the UK in which it takes place; there’s science fiction stuff beyond and behind the out-and-out fantasy, and I think that there’s enough there that it’s a distinct work.

But. I really, really liked Good Omens, and it’s extremely vivid in my mind. And I don’t want to write something that shamelessly rips off Neil Gaiman or Terry Pratchett. That’s depressing. So it’s going on the backburner for a while longer.

I had a dream the other night, and the dream developed into something resembling an idea, and I’m going to work on it. It involves a dinner party that turns into an all-nighter when the entire outdoor population of a city turns into vampires. There will probably be a bit more sex. There will probably be at least one fistfight. The general idea is that a lot of parties usually take their course, and there’s a reason why most of them are over by a certain point. I want to write a human drama with a fantastical background. I want to have a group of people who are fundamentally different by the sunrise. I have the beginnings of something, but it’s going to take some time.

And I’ll come back to the other thing. I’m just a little dispirited whenever I look at it, right now.