Research
Research. Some stories demand more than others. The current story I'm working on demands quite a lot. So I've been wading through books with brittle pages I almost fear to turn lest they crumble between my fingers and swimming through sheets and sheets of journal printouts. Always looking for elusive details, for the one sentence that will bring it all together for me. I think it happened two days ago. I read the sentence, and then made the fishy gaping face that signifies, "No fucking way!" Then I ran around explaining said phrase and significance to all my roommates who were probably confused and bored. Sorry about that! When you've spent weeks immersed in a problem you tend to overestimate other peoples' interest in said problem.
Now all I have to do is write the story. Heh.