Sometimes, when I'm lucky, my daughters and I sit around the dinner table and go off into flights of fancy. They give me excellent advice on my fiction (some of which is for children), coming up with often brilliant ideas which stir my imagination.
Last night we got onto the topic of things which would make my life easier, and I said I wished there was a school bus or some servant who would take them to school and pick them up (we live in a rural area). We started talking about ideal forms of transport - and they came up with this marvelous idea, which caught my fancy so much that I stayed up until midnight putting an image together. After all, what is Steampunk without silliness? In fact, what is anything without silliness?