When Plot Bunnies Attack
|Awww, look at the cute and fluffy bunny.|
Some days, my plot bunnies frolic in the grass, all happy and content. Other days, it's like I'm Jimmy Carter, swatting away the damn things with an oar.
(Seriously, if you don't get the Jimmy Carter reference, don't tell me. I feel old enough already. Just check out Wikipedia.)
Writers get their ideas from lots of places. I've gotten ideas from songs, pictures, news stories, porn (don't judge). What We Deserve started out with a plot bunny I got while watching two kids talk in line at Arby's last summer.
|Cute and fluffy my ass!
(Drawn by Tessa)
My main problem with plot bunnies is that they're so damn distracting. I can be going gangbusters on whatever I'm writing, and a new plot bunny will grind me to a halt. Oh, that book I was going to write? That's all well and good, but how 'bout this shiny new idea I just had? And don't get me started about the zombie plot bunnies that want to eat my brain.
I'm writing my plot bunnies in a notebook (a snazzy new one I bought from JetPens), so that helps a little. The bunny queue is getting a little long, but that's a good thing, right?
How do you deal with plot bunnies?