Today I've received the galley's from Deathgrip: Exit Laughing to read through. Looks pretty good - so I'm about to sit down and go into copy editor mode before I sign off my proofs.
When people ask me where story ideas come from, this is the kind of tale that makes it impossible to give an answer. Where on earth did the idea to write about a hundred year old Pyrenean man being tempted by the devil come from? And why does the story end with flatulence? Who knows ... I certainly don't.
The point is, if you write it, and you're any good, you'll find a home for it sooner or later. But if you allow the inner editor to start beating up your inspiration, you've lost the creativity battle before it has even begun.