A couple months ago I had to spend a week in Burbank for work. I was neither sleeping nor eating right, and I was preoccupied with work and stressed out about the whole NaNoWriMo thing (that was back when I still thought I’d be able to finish it). So I found myself outside the hotel at 6:30 AM simultaneously trying to find a place to eat breakfast and come up with a good story idea.
All I could think about was if Galactus, the planet-devouring villain from Marvel Comics, came to Earth and stayed in a hotel and ordered the Continental Breakfast.
Anyone who still thinks they want to read my “novel” should keep in mind that that was one of my better ideas.