No. No, no, no, no, NO.
There are many things we need right now — an answer to the question the stranger just asked Dead Rick, a precise outline for how Eliza and Miss Kittering are going to achieve a state of conflict-balance, some sense of what’s going on with the Society — but NONE of them are the premise for a random secondary-world YA fantasy series.
Even if it involves an order of holy lady knights who run around spying for the Queen they’re sworn to protect.
You know perfectly well what this is. We’ve entered into the Stage of Oooh Shiny, where everything looks enticing except the book we’re supposed to be writing. Put the shiny down, and get back to Victorian England.
(After all, I’ve already written half a page of notes for the YA-knights idea. Maybe we can do more later tonight.)
Er, I mean, NO! No new shiny. Work on old shiny instead. I promise, there’s plenty of fun to be had there.
Not nearly as cross as she should be,