Kimberly Gardner

No, I’m not talking about the Easter bunny.

I’m talking about those blood-thirsty little demons otherwise known as plot bunnies.

I was visited by one last night. Oh sure, they’re cute enough and the ideas they bring with them are all shiny and new and look like so much more fun than the two projects I’m currently working on.

But they’re evil and oh-so-good at distracting me from what I should be writing.

The one that dropped by last night brought an idea that I had come up with a few months ago, an idea that I still would love to write.

If only I didn’t have these other commitments. *glances at the little bunny still lurking in the corner*

Anyway, the idea is for a sort of best friends find love story that spans like fifteen years of friendship between the two heroes. One guy is a brainy computer nerd and the other is a rockstar. Well okay, I’m not sure how much of a rockstar he is, but he is a musician. They meet when they’re like twelve or thirteen and don’t realize they’re in love until they reach their late twenties. And after some suffering, of course. *g*

Oh man, I so want to write this one!

*takes deep breath*

Maybe I can write on it just a little every day once my writing for the day, the writing that’s already promised to my publisher, is done. Like a reward.

*Glances at the cute little bunny again*

*Pets the bunny*

See? I told you they were evil.