It's writing, Jim, but not as we know it.
I had one of those dreams this weekend that makes you really pissed off that you have to wake up, because all you want to do is find out what's going to happen. Only in this case, what I wanted was to figure out what the fuck was going on. I did some thinking after I got up, went out to the living room, and started telling my husband all the details I remembered, and we sat on the couch brainstorming possible explanations for about an hour. Eventually I said something like, "I think I'm going to have to do NaNo this year."

The thought of actually doing NaNoWriMo for srs scares the shit out of me. The last few times I committed to strict deadlines for writing, I just about went bonkers...and those were nothing like NaNo. Over a thousand words in a day, that I can do. 1500 to 2000 of possible unadulterated tripe, 30 days in a row, minimal editing? Eep time. That, and when my husband did NaNo a couple years ago (and actually finished!), I was basically in charge of everything around the house. This is not a good idea. The idea of him being in charge of everything instead...about the same. I have a feeling I'll be freezing casseroles on the weekends. But I realized that if I don't take the opportunity to power through this thing, I'll probably never write it. And I think the premise is too cool to stay in Lucien's library.

So now that I've decided what to do with the idea, I'm annoyed that I can't just write the darn thing, but on the other hand I'm probably going to have a better prewrite jump on this 'verse than any I've ever come up with. Which should help. And there's no rule against writing ancient history if it's not going toward your wordcount...