Sum of my satisfaction

Dark days + random line of well known psychological information read this morning which suddenly seemed a lot more interesting than usual + a splash of often mentioned WWII history concerning civilian disobedience that popped up to join the process + old communication theory lessons + image of a mother and her rebellious son + a brisk walk = the outline of a new, dark, political SF story by the time I reached the train station this morning, and the first 500 words by the time the train arrived at Southern Cross Station.

Ah, that cheered me up no end.