It was the day after Christmas, and I was sound asleep, minding my own business when suddenly…
Vicious, saber-toothed plot bunnies attacked me from nowhere.
Nowhere, I tell you.
It was barely 6:00 AM. I tried to ignore them, I really did, but it just got worse.
So finally I got out of bed and grabbed a notebook and started making notes.
The upside of this plot bunny ambush is, if I can pull it all off, I’ve got stories to keep me busy all year long and releases through 2013.
The downside is, I’ll have to write the equivalent of four full-length novels over the course of two years. Starting next week. That’s doable – assuming I can avoid any more lurking plot bunnies for the next 12 months at least.
Anybody have any suggestions for warding off random bunny attacks?
When was the last time bunnies got you? Did you escape unscathed, or did you surrender?