He grinned, and after a moment started laughing softly. "And you all wondered how I managed to stay sane after locking myself in my lab for weeks on end. Now you know. Too many ideas, and trying to get them down, even with multiple constructs taking dictation, was still too slow, and dozens of ideas slipped away before I finished the first one. But instead of getting it all down, try to..."<br/><br/>He paused for a moment, trying to articulate his thoughts, before nodding to himself. "Try to focus it. Right now, it is like a geyser, letting everything out and you are running around with a bucket. Instead, turn it into a hot spring, or a river, or a lake, or something similar, so you can dip into it later, and enjoy it. Maybe even make something a mere mortal can appreciate. Instead of a ballad, make a short children's song. You will still lose ideas, but at the end, you will have at least a handful of viable ideas down, and many more that you have to file away because no one would appreciate them. Like my time/space bomb."<br/><br/>He couldn't help but admire her form, as he dug his thumbs into her tightened back muscles. She had always been luscious, but her followers apparently wanted her to be voluptuous, putting on weight in all the right places, making her a delight to behold, let alone love.