I'm looking out my office window, trying to write, but mostly watching a low-slung fox hunt a squirrel. The fox makes me think of a coat I once had, its plush, silky collar. That, in turn, reminds me of my mother on her last visit, sitting in my Chinese chair, swaddled in her old mink stole. I'm not concentrating. My girl Nela, the character I'm dragging out of Shiva's Arms and into her own story, has to get out of a situation I just put her in.
Christopher Booker says there are only seven plots in writing: comedy, tragedy, voyage and return, overcoming the monster, quest, rags to riches, and rebirth. Oh yeah--that narrows it down!