the plot bunnies are out tonight |
the plot bunnies are out tonight. they burrowed in and turned my well ordered dreaming into a tangled mass— a labyrinthine jumble of impossible characters and improbable endings. my muse saw what they had done and mutinied, leaving in a burst of dragon fire. the back draft of his wings sent me cart wheeling down a new bunny warren, and I was lost in the bowels of my mind. did you know that I know sixteen thousand nine hundred and forty-seven different ways not to begin a story? I tried them all, tonight. in the tavern, while drowning my fingers in pickles and hot chocolate, the plot bunnies intruded. I never knew there were so many ways to get stuck. the maple syrup didn’t help, and we will not discuss the wad of chewing gum they left for me to track through a try at postmodernist fiction. they multiply, replenishing themselves on a steady diet of fever dreams and bad ideas until my fingers ache with hitting the delete key. no story to show for my pain. I need my dragon back. so, if you see a my muse, flying off in a huff, muttering under his breath about fools and distraction and diarrhea of the keyboard— beg him have a pity and come home. line count: 45 Prompt for: Jan 19, 2016 ▼ |