Life at the Plotbunny Farm

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:

Other days, when the plotbunnies threaten your character’s well being and possibly your sanity, they look a little bit more menacing:

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!