Last night I was looking at some scientific articles and one had a title that started “SCREW MIGRATION”.
It’s about how sometimes a screw used to mend a broken bone moves away from where it belongs, but now all I can think of is a grumpy bird staying put as he watches his stupid flock setting off south for the winter.
Plot Bunnies a Summary…
Me: Look at all my WIP. Lot’s of projects to keep me busy.
Brain: But what if we…
Me: Doing some mundane thing
Person: Presents a random piece of information. Or says a word. Or asks a question.
Brain: Warning, warning. Plot bunnies approaching.
You know what the world needs? A Wicker Man~Hot Fuzz xover.
I’m watching a good movie, Otherlife, and the main character spends several months in solitary confinement. That part was rough for me to watch thanks to the issues I now have about that.
It occurs to me that a very scary novel could be written about solitary confinement. Just the endless days stretching into each other while the mind feeds on itself.
I don’t know if I could stand to write it, though. I might give myself nightmares just from the plotbunny.
Just what I needed: another plotbunny.
Roommate: So what’s on your brain today?
Me: My current crop of plotbunnies is ripening nicely.
brain: I’VE HAD AN IDEA FOR A NOV-
me: we’re already writing a novel
brain: BUT IDEA
me: ok, what’s the idea?