For those of you that may not know, plotbunnies are the metaphorical creatures that produce an author’s plot. They produce these plots at a rather extraordinary rate, hence the name plotbunnies.
On a normal day, plotbunnies are rather cute, non-menacing creatures. Sort of like this little guy:
That, my friends, is a plotbunny of ferocious nature.
I had an encounter with the latter type a few nights ago.
It was a late night, you see, and I was trying to go to sleep. As my brain usually does when it is unoccupied, it drifted to my current work-in-progress, Guardian.
The plotbunnies were terrifying.
In a matter of minutes, the plotbunnies had successfully deprived me of sleep as well as given me new material to torture my characters with. It was slightly terrifying. But I generally prefer to listen to my plotbunnies, especially the late-night plotbunnies. They were, after all, the ones to give me the seeds for Guardian. I didn’t feel like I could deny them. Not yet, anyways.
Since they were determined to keep me awake, I obliged them and recorded the new plotline in my notebook. By the time I was done, it was around 11:30 p.m. But the plotbunnies were appeased, so I stood the chance of going to sleep. I was, eventually, successful.
There you have my most recent encounter with plotbunnies of ferocious nature. I’d love to hear about some of your encounters with plotbunnies, ferocious or otherwise!