It’ s been awhile.
I’m trying. Maybe not very hard, maybe not in the most consistent way, but I am. And the why of it is simply that my head is full of brain dolls, and more show up all the time.
A brain doll is sort of like a character. But a character is someone whom I work, whom I form and mold and tweak. A character fits into a story and the story fits around the character. They are the ones who make it to the keyboard and are not generally allowed to run amock. A brain doll works me. Brain dolls are creatures that live in my head. They’re made up of bits of backstory and internal conflict with a dash of physical characteristics, and they often show up in pairs. They tend to come with very few accessories like, say, plot points, and most of them are lazy and don’t build on their own. They just wait around for me to do it.
Some of my brain dolls, the ones that have been with me a long time, make their own spaces in the corners of my world. They build sets and create stories, and they live lives within the borders of their regions. Their stories tend to be soap-opera quality messes that I could never untangle enough to put to paper, even if I wanted to. Some of them are former characters, retired with their abandoned plots to enact and embellish on their favorite scenes for, it would seem, all eternity.
Matt and Alex still live in the WOTM region, waiting for that last 20K or so of grey area to get colored in. They’re still characters, and thus far, they continue to wait silently for my return, should you wonder what became of them.
But it’s the huge brain world playset of Supertown that’s out of control. That’s the world where Mac and Colby live, though they, too, linger as characters trapped in the brain doll world. Rand and Marissa want their story told, but not enough to give me enough hints on plot points to keep the action going. Marissa brought in this ex-boyfriend named Joel, and next thing you know, Tina showed up with a criminal past and said she wanted to, after much angst and denial, be hooked up with Joel please. Well ok, Tina, but what else ya got? Give me more to work with or get in line. One young woman showed up a month or so ago, and she felt promising. She brought a hero, a father, a sister. And then she turned around and informed me that no, she had 2 sisters, and they had beaus, but please excuse their complete fuzziness. Great. Thanks. Take your trilogy and wait over there. Patiently, Carolyn waits, reminding me that she’s important and she has a love interest, and please don’t forget to introduce him at some point. But while she’s told me what she can about him, he has yet to show up and introduce himself properly. Which might be why we refer to him as Stasis Guy. Today, as I stare at the last line I wrote for Rand and Marissa, wondering about their motivations, I realize that someone needs to die. Not right now, just, you know, sometime. And the man she leaves behind waves to me from a dark corner. I didn’t even know he was there, but he’ll be ready to play the Grieving Widower type who finds true love a second time later on down the road. He introduces me to his Best Friend, who pulls him away from the body of his lover. Best Friend says hey, how’s it goin’? Just wanted to let you know that that experience will make me realize what a jerk I’ve been to my COMPLETELY FUZZY love interest here, and I’ll be having one of those Don’t Know What You’ve Got Till It’s Gone moments (yeah, coincidentally Cinderella is playing right now, neat). Oh, how will that come about? Well I don’t know, that’s your job, isn’t it?
Hey, I love hangin’ out in Supertown. I love you guys. Really. But I’m constantly distracted by all these new arrivals. You guys are never going to reach your character potential if I don’t get some work done. Help me. Help me help you. Give me some stories to go along with these setups, or your world is never going to be anything but a some assembly required brain doll playset.
Rand, you’ve got that anti-gravity thing going for you. Get up there and pull down the Welcome to Supertown sign with the everchanging digital population indicator. Bryan, get off your not coming up with my YA subplot butt and help him out, because I suspect you’ve got a bit of telekinesis going, don’t you? The new sign is right over there. It reads:
No Admittance Without Plot.