Dude, Where’s My Plot?

Almost went without blogging today. So instead you’re left with the scattered remains of my brain post-10:30PM.

However, I’ve spent my time away semi-wisely: firing off some interview questions, and even starting to plan a futuristic novel which may never be completed or even written. The important thing is I’m having a go. Admittedly, that’s a thing that people-who-don’t-win say. I won’t deny it.

(I also washed my hair, which is more trouble than it seems. Involves two lots of shampooing, one lot of conditioned, soaping, and continuously finger-combing my hair, and picking loose strands off wherever they stick. It’s time-consuming, which is why I only wash my hair every three days, if even that. But it’s air-dried nicely, but it’ll look worse for wear tomorrow after I sleep on it tonight. [I did warn you about my scattered brain, note why I'm rambling.])

Anyway, instead of using Kelley Armstrong’s Outlining 101, I’m trying out for the first-time Holly Lisle’s Create a Plot Clinic. We’ll see how it goes. But from the brain-dumping, the story will be much more serious and political than I initially thought, due to the plot ideas that suddenly sprung. This is a good thing, because I love [reading] social commentary in fiction. But it’s a bad thing, because one of my best traits in writing is my sense of humour. It may not be clever – it may not even be worth chuckling at – but it’s something. When I lose my wackiness, I lose my personality, and when I lose my personality, I can is made of suckitude.

So, back to the clinic now (p12 of 14)…

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