I can't stop writing it. Last night, I got off the phone with Minna at about two, with the intent of going to bed. I decided that I'd have one cigarette and write, and when that cigarette was done, I'd go to bed.
Three cigarettes, two hours, and five pages later, I stopped writing and forced myself to sleep. I dream about it. It's almost perpetually on my mind. I hung out with Sarah and Dennis last night, and was glad of it, because if they hadn't called, I would have spent the entire night writing.
As far as the story goes, it's a SciFi/Fantasy/Gothic/Western. Each page is raising new questions and creating new mysteries, new characters appear and vanish, but there's always that feeling that they'll come back, there's more for them to do.
Be warned, at some point, I'm probably going to foist it off on people. It's going to recieve some friendly pre-editting from people, and then dulcinbradbury and I are banging out a financial exchange for more rigorous editting work. After that... I don't know. It may see submission to a publisher. It may see self-publication.
It won't let me go, and I'm not going to fight it. I want to see how far down the rabbit hole goes.