This takes time, cogitation, reflection, beer, and maybe even an overnight snooze.
After all, why should I sweat my skull when I have a subconscious to do that sort of thing?
I didn't say "antennae a-quiver" though. Got enough stuff to occupy my time for now -- being sick for a few days allowed me to discover have many unfinished SF anthologies I've collected over recent years (purchased for one trip or another and untouched since); I am now down to two, one of which is going to Las Vegas with me tomorrow.