Not a bad thing here. I'm finishing up a short story I started in July that was my Camp NaNoWriMo entry. I completed my word count, but the completion of the story has sailed at least 14K words beyond that. Much of a surprise considering that I am hand writing it in a cheap 17 cent notebook.
So I am already looking toward November and the real NaNoWriMo, and I've thought that I would head back to my werewolf family story and write about the two older brothers as men in their young 20s (college, first marriages, etc). So I'm excited about that. I think of the first brother and how when his first wife dies that his future second wife will be there. They aren't aware of each other for about six years, but wife #2 is present when the first one dies. (She's a nurse, and no, it wasn't her fault.)
So all that is rolling along, and that's great. But today out of the blue like some Rube Goldberg Machine of thought, I get another completely different story idea to write. It would be set in a tropical Antarctica, obviously after a major climate change.
I'm full of ideas and this overflowing on something original is a fantastic feeling. Since I started my writing through fan fiction, I had initially been concerned that I couldn't do the world building needed to create my own stories. Then I thought I couldn't come up with plot ideas or finish a full novel length story. Now I know I can do all of that. Whether or not I'm good at it is up to someone else, but I know I can do it.