I know that things get cluttered and hairy in my life when I start listening to Dwight Yokam and Garth Brooks with a bit of Lonestar thrown in. *wink*
My brain has becoming this meeting ground for characters, both old and new converging and meeting in my gray matter and all protestrating that they want their stories. NOW, the characters that I’ve written about are content and happy, gloating and smug in the corner … laughing at all the other characters demanding my time.
I think it was Bonnie who mentioned a box, write down the plot, a blurb, some dialogue and stick it away so it won’t bother me when I’m working on another project.
I thought this was a great idea, I just never got around to it. Well, I seriously am doing that right now. While I was in there trying to stop fights and seperate characters. Contemporary businessman from fighting with sword weilding Vikings and a neurotic zombie trying to become a vegan, then turning to chatise the characters that got their stories. Making them feel ashamed for teasing the others that’s when a couple of more characters plopped in as I listened to Dena Carter’s Strawberry Wine.
“ENOUGH!” I shouted. I blew my whistle. Did the tee sign for a timeout.
I need a plot box. So that’s what I’m doing tonight. Getting them down on paper so I can ferret them away, giving them hope that they will get their day in the sun.
Trust me, I’m not complaining about these converging ideas. See, I’m glad I have so many ideas. I’m glad the fount isn’t going dry, for I have a confession.
Remember a couple of days ago when I was venting about the EDJ?
I quit Monday. I won’t go into details, but I’m looking forward to August, when I will be really writing for a living.
So I need my plot box, for my sanity.
Cause, I’m not dealing with these brawls anymore. LOL!
OH and Wylie told me John Barrowman is in Toronto taping a show called Maria. WHAT!! Why wasn’t I told sooner???
*sigh*
