Since I haven’t been writing regularly (because of my wrist), the plot bunnies conspired to plummel me with ideas…..when I can’t do a damn thing about them. Nothing. Except take notes. Failing that….er…remember?
Yeah. So today’s Big Idea came from my original mind control research. I’ve always wanted to do a hard-core cult novel, with very severe mind control at its center. Two plot bunnies, both older fit that. But one took center stage, and I could see some of the scenes in my mind. Scary.
Another is related to the TV show Bones. I’ve watched a few episodes, and I like it alot. I especially like forensics — it’s one of my nerdy interests. And whilst reading up on the new season of Bones, out comes a murder mystery bunny begging for attention.
That’s not counting the Dune-inspired idea of genetic engineering/superiority. Or the ideas I recently added to my archive on Flogging the Muse (it’s protected, so don’t bother looking. I paranoid). I really really need to either become super-prolific or start ignoring these ideas because I will not live long enough to see them through to completion. But dammit, they’re all shiny.
Life stinks sometimes.
Oh, and Survivor has been poking at me, too. I actually broke down and worked on the Timeline of Doom, and brainstormed new scenes, and got horrendously frustrated by a niggling plot issue. An important one. So it just needs to simmer.
Yeah. Any plot bunny cages around? Cuz I need ’em like yesterday.