Um...surprise!

So It's been almost 3 weeks since I've gotten to work on my (presumably midgrade) story. Which I kind of lost interest in over that time. I made some notes on a picture book earlier this week, and idea I've had kicking around for several months now and would like to play with.  I have time today, so I was really looking forward to messing with one or both of those today after I ran a couple of errands this morning. Wouldn't you know it, on the way home something new and very very different hit me in the head. 

So now I'm working on an adult novel set in a near-future dystopia and my main character is a 33 year old man. 

This should be interesting.

Edit:

I know some of you out there write more than one thing at a time. I really want to be that way. But if that's going to happen, I'm going to have to find more than 2-3 hours every ten days to write. Where does time come from?