Geez, aren't novels long?

I am hanging out very badly to write a short story. Any short story. I keep getting ideas for short stories. Whenever I get one, it blooms very suddenly and hugely in my head, stinking of atmosphere, interesting characters elbowing themselves forward, muttering fascinating things.

So I write a little, boring note to myself about it, and push it firmly to one side.

It was day-job day today. By the time I get to the next day-job day, I hope to have another 50 pages (re)written.