...was interrupted by the following sudden, sleep-spurred-brilliant inspiration: I should create a series of fantasy novels starring Sherlock Holmes, Willy Wonka, Captain Hook and a few other dead-by-now but no-less-feisty literary characters who fight crime from the afterlife. I sat bolt upright and would have said "Eureka!" were there not pillow in my mouth.
The question is really not so much "What is wrong with me?" as it is "Why is what's wrong with me wrong with no one else?"