I finished my play today--completely. Spell-checked, copy-edited, page-numbered ... All that stuff. I got the idea for it, in part, while we were on our honeymoon in June-July 2005. I started writing it that August.
It's all kind of a ridiculous business--like most, if not all, occupations. If I tell myself that what happens next doesn't matter, I feel better.
I started work on a second idea during a lull last year. I'm giving myself a few weeks off, then taking it up again. In some ways, I feel it's waiting for me. On my desk.