I've got an idea for a hypertext fiction thriller that would be exciting, sexy, and a hell of a good time.
But where on earth am I to find the time to write it? And does the world need another thriller more urgently than better Tinderbox and Twig and a new Storyspace and the two print books I'm supposed to be finishing?
Time’s winged chariot indeed.
Update: Mary-Kim Arnold suggests the employment of minions. Alan Jacobs complains that minions are not what they were.