That’s how it goes, doesn’t it?
The start of a new story.
You write some notes, partial-ideas, and a whole lot of nothing.  Give up and watch tv, go to a movie, or play video games telling yourself that it’s “research.”
Then, hours, days, or even weeks later, you’re starring at a whiteboard half full of a bad [...]

So if I sit around in my basement, wearing my bathrobe, and talking to my cat about how to best kill people, I’m a sociopath, but if I write it down in an entertaining matter, I’m a mystery writer?
Best. Job.  Ever.