Bunny Management: The Art of Distraction

It might be useful to distract your plot bunnies early in your writing. Set them to reading something, anything, other than your notes and you’ll know that any suggestions they bring you have nothing to do with your present work. (This is especially true if you set them to reading works in other languages than the one in which you are writing.)

Bunnies Distracted


The Bunnies Promise

I’m starting to prepare for the start of NNWM 2015 and the bunnies have given me their promise.

The bunnies promise to behave.

My bunnies come from a nifty custom crochet shop owner who operates through Etsy. Her store name is Galarples and in addition to bunnies of various types, she had other critters available. Please see: https://www.etsy.com/shop/Galarples

New Addition: Snippets

Occasionally, I have an idea that  produces a story fragment – too short for a short story and perhaps even too short to qualify as flash fiction. Some may aspire to find their place in a larger story or novel. The larger number of them, however, are likely to remain as a brief idea that will exist only in its present, tiny incarnation.

Snippets will be placed under the Writing Projects area in its own sub-section.


Bad Muse

“Write, write, write!” he screamed, each word punctuated with a tone that made her eyes water. The cadence was like some satanic version of “Row, Row, Row Your Boat.” She giggled with the thought and, only too late, realized how his counter-reaction would quite literally strike her.

Marla’s head slammed to the left and then right as punishment and the command came again. She tried to recover, but she was losing ground. Frozen with pain, she stared blankly at the page, groping desperately to find a cogent thought. She barely reacted to the next tortured scream: “Write, write, write!”

The wave of anger that answered surprised her, but she quickly gave in to it without thinking of consequences. Marla tilted her head to the side and shook hard. She felt something slide and hoped sincerely it wasn’t her brains. She needed those. For more force, she stood up and hopped on one leg as she tilted her head. The sickening feeling of something sliding was joined by an odd scrabbling in her ear. With one more shake, the tiny muse dropped on her desk and immediately continued to berate her.  Marla couldn’t tell if it was for the continued lack of progress in her work or for the indignity her muse had suffered in being ousted so unceremoniously. She opened her notebook and pointed to a hand-written passage of notes for her latest short story. As the muse jumped on the page to examine the text, Marla slammed the notebook shut and pressed down until she felt something give. She’d let that story sit for a while and come back to it later. Maybe. She started a new search for a muse for her next story.

[Updated: October 4, 2015; Original: October 3, 2015; Opening paragraph idea: March 31, 2015]