Apparently we don't get the inspiration we want, we get the inspiration we need. Much like cats.*
And oh great, look, it's WRITING inspiration. I'm supposed to be doing ART right now.
Good thing the inspiration node in my brain is a cute little mass of grey matter, or I'd kick it in the ankle.
Happily, one rough outline, some details around a couple of bits of action and a few key lines of dialog are done, and I think I understand the purpose of two of the characters.
Also one hell of a case of epiphany whiplash...Oh, good morning world, I'm going to bed!
*Or is that the cats we deserve?