Chicks-n-Scratching

So. Do you think the plot bunnies have radar? Or some kind of super-stealth surveillance network? Because I do. They always know when I have the least time and energy to deal with them. Those sneaky plot bunnies are stalking me, waiting to pounce when I am most vulnerable: swamped with other projects, snowed under with real life concerns, stuck in an endless morass of dreary prose.

And then they pounce.

Now, mind you, my plot bunnies are not the nice, fluffy bunnies of petting zoos and Cadbury commercials. No. My plot bunnies bear a strong resemblence to a certain rodent in a certain Monty Python movie. Yes, it’s true. My plot bunnies have a mean streak a mile wide.

Let me set it up for you: I have a cold. A really nasty cold. And a deadline on the dissertation. A really close deadline. And edits for an upcoming Freya’s Bower release. And finish work on a submission. And Munchkin is through with camps, so she is home. Which means I have to watch her. Plus, I had to buy school supplies today.  And I have approximately 20 other WIPs lined up in the queue.

Naturally, the plot bunnies, sensing weakness, attacked.

Darned rodents.

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