Kill the Plot Bunny
Joker's Diary-Arkham Asylum
I had an interesting conversation with my doctor this morning. I was going over these very random ideas that were popping into my head, ideas that; if they weren't so gruesome, could possibly make a very good story. Ideas that came to me out of nowhere and I just had to write them down.
I told the doctor about this and she said that they were called 'Plot Bunnies'. What in the world do bunnies have to do with plots? Am I going to overflow Nightwing's house with rabbits until he loses his mind as well and either ends up here with me, or dead? I hope he ends up here with me. I need a new cell mate. The doctor tells me that if I want to keep company, I really should stop killing it when I do get it. Although the bunny idea seems good, it is still absurd, for I need a plot that I can take credit for.
The doctor says that 'Plot Bunnies' are little ideas, normally for stories, that take over your mind and won't leave you alone until you write about it. Even in my eyes, that seems sadistic. Bunnies are normally cute, snuggly, fuzzy, fluffy, nasty little bastards. YUCK!! They are not normally forceful and evil, that of course is my job kiddies.
If only these were real bunnies, then I could shoot them, skin them, and make blankets with their fur. Oh, I can also chop off their tiny little feet and dye them different colors, then make those adorable little good luck charm key chains, but no, these 'bunnies' had to be thoughts.
Just exactly how do you kill a thought? These are the things that I wonder about before I fall asleep at night. Do you kill a 'Plot Bunny' with a much better, more extravagant plot? Do you continuously feed it Miracle Gro Plot Bunny food until it becomes a super ultra mega Plot Bunny and either bursts or dominates your brain? Can you put it up for adoption if you don't have the time or the resources to care for it, or if you simply don't wish to care for it?
Maybe I can try that idea. Although, killing it seems to fit my psychotic nature much better. Oh the things that my evil little brain ponders when I'm awake. I'm getting really sleepy right now; I think the Scarecrow slipped me some form of sleeping drug. Well goodnight journal, I'll try to write more often. J.