March 13th, 2010

In which I seek a plot...

I have a love/hate relationship with plot. I love to read it, but I hate to develop it. I’ll invent characters and settings all day long. And then I can’t figure out what to do with them. Sometimes the characters bail me out and start doing stuff themselves, but other times they just look at me expectantly saying, “Now what?”

Even when I was little, I loved the set-up of imaginary play, getting the dolls dressed up just so, arranging their spaces. Or I’d dress myself up in my grandmother’s cast-off formals with their beading and gold thread and flowing skirts, choosing the most gorgeous of the rhinestones and the flashiest of the purses as if events would follow naturally from the costume. It didn’t work then, either.

Today’s mission is to revisit the plot of T.’s most recent story. It’s all out of whack because I had to write SOMETHING in time for Christmas. I thought about it while I was falling asleep last night and I see some glimmers of hope.

One of the challenges, then, will be to save the parts of the story I particularly like (clowns defending the place with a barrage of cream pies!) while getting a more coherent arc to the whole.

Wearing jeans and tennies and a comfortable sweater IS the right costume for this activity, right?