Inappropriately timed plot bunnies

[Actingup]

Recently, I was sitting in a funeral chapel, idly watching the funeral director do her job while waiting for the service to start. I was trying to not play with my mobile (cell) phone, because that would be inappropriate, so that left my mind free to wander into more productive things. And then, of course, a story plot popped into my head, possibly involving somebody not unlike said funeral director.

And this meant, of course, that I had to tell myself off for thinking inappropriately while waiting for the funeral to start. So, I was back to square one, except that I now had a new story plot instead of wasting time on my phone...

Just wondering if anybody else has had that issue of suddenly thinking of a story when least appropriate, and managing the associated simultaneous joy and guilt?

PS - For anybody wondering, I didn't know the deceased or her family - I was there for another reason, which might explain why my mind was wandering.

 

[Erozetta]

*reading this and thinking, 'Isn't that a thing everyone does, like, all the time?'*

I typically just let the idea play out, no scolding myself. Graveyards are the worst. Something about death mingling with lust/eroticism is oddly interesting to me.

 

[iwatchus]

PS - For anybody wondering, I didn't know the deceased or her family - I was there for another reason, which might explain why my mind was wandering.

I was going to ask about this, because there are people for whom this would be a very appropriate consideration at their service.

Since you didn't know them, what the hell? As long as you don't do anything to disrupt the grieving and recovery of the others there, why worry about it? I guess as long as your thoughts aren't so juicy as to give you a presentation problem and you don't smirk too much. What's in your head is no one else's business.

 

[StillStunned]

Let's face it, the Plot Bunny is a bastard with a sick sense of humour. I've had more than one visit during a massage.

"You can turn over now."
"Nooooo, I don't think I really can."

 

[iwatchus]

Let's face it, the Plot Bunny is a bastard with a sick sense of humour. I've had more than one visit during a massage.

"You can turn over now."
"Nooooo, I don't think I really can."

I have to admit, I was thinking about you at a funeral for someone you didn't know when I was imagining men giving themselves an issue.

 

[THBGato]

Fortunately not that often. It's songs that get me. Certain lyrics resonate with me so hard that I want to know what happened next and then there's another litter of plot bunnies in my brain. Right now, I'm trying to avoid adopting one of the bunnies suggested by the song "Manchester Air" by Saint Sister:

From the back of your bike I told you I was late.
You said, "I can't go much faster",
I said, "No, not like that."

Because as a lesbian story there's no way that wouldn't involve cheating and heartache, and I'm not sure I want to go down that road.

 

[Actingup]

Fortunately not that often. It's songs that get me. Certain lyrics resonate with me so hard that I want to know what happened next and then there's another litter of plot bunnies in my brain. Right now, I'm trying to avoid adopting one of the bunnies suggested by the song "Manchester Air" by Saint Sister:

From the back of my bike I told you I was late.
You said, "I can't go much faster",
I said, "No, not like that."

Because as a lesbian story there's no way that wouldn't involve cheating and heartache, and I'm not sure I want to go down that road.

It would be a damn fine story though.

(Edit - tailor made for Loving Wives!)

 

[iwatchus]

(Edit - tailor made for Loving Wives!)

Bringing this full circle: where ratings go to die.

 

[ChloeTzang]

Recently, I was sitting in a funeral chapel, idly watching the funeral director do her job while waiting for the service to start. I was trying to not play with my mobile (cell) phone, because that would be inappropriate, so that left my mind free to wander into more productive things. And then, of course, a story plot popped into my head, possibly involving somebody not unlike said funeral director.

And this meant, of course, that I had to tell myself off for thinking inappropriately while waiting for the funeral to start. So, I was back to square one, except that I now had a new story plot instead of wasting time on my phone...

Just wondering if anybody else has had that issue of suddenly thinking of a story when least appropriate, and managing the associated simultaneous joy and guilt?

PS - For anybody wondering, I didn't know the deceased or her family - I was there for another reason, which might explain why my mind was wandering.

LOL I'm Catholic, we go to mass religiously (I know) but I do find I get distracted by these story ideas while Mass is going on - the entire "Save Some Seed of the Lord for Me" got mapped out in my head during mass, for which of course, I asked for forgiveness for my blasphemous thoughts but alas, the only way I could ger rid of them was by writing the story. There's a couple more of my more religious stories that popped into my head like that too LOL

 

[Actingup]

LOL I'm Catholic, we go to mass religiously (I know) but I do find I get distracted by these story ideas while Mass is going on - the entire "Save Some Seed of the Lord for Me" got mapped out in my head during mass, for which of course, I asked for forgiveness for my blasphemous thoughts but alas, the only way I could ger rid of them was by writing the story. There's a couple more of my more religious stories that popped into my head like that too LOL

I was very unimpressed by the priest at this funeral - the only inappropriate thought was around being able to do a better job than him!

 

[MrPixel]

In my blurry morning vision I read the topic as "Inappropriately tinted plot bunnies."

Yeah. 'Bout right. Tinted bunnies are usually an Easter thing.

 

[Lifestyle66]

Whether it's an event such as a funeral, weekly church service, noticing someone dancing or talking in a bar, or merely listening to a friend relate a personal real-life anecdote, I often think "Hmmm ... that might be twisted into a good Loving Wives scene!"

If a friend (male or female) asks "Have you ever been to a nude resort?", the subsequent conversation is ripe with plot bunnies!

EDIT: My latest story linked below started just before Memorial Day with my musings of old friends, gone but not forgotten.

 

[SkyBubble]

Recently, I was sitting in a funeral chapel, idly watching the funeral director do her job while waiting for the service to start. I was trying to not play with my mobile (cell) phone, because that would be inappropriate, so that left my mind free to wander into more productive things. And then, of course, a story plot popped into my head, possibly involving somebody not unlike said funeral director.

And this meant, of course, that I had to tell myself off for thinking inappropriately while waiting for the funeral to start. So, I was back to square one, except that I now had a new story plot instead of wasting time on my phone...

Just wondering if anybody else has had that issue of suddenly thinking of a story when least appropriate, and managing the associated simultaneous joy and guilt?

PS - For anybody wondering, I didn't know the deceased or her family - I was there for another reason, which might explain why my mind was wandering.

As I mentioned on another thread, one of my stories came to me with character names and a complete plot while I was doing the dishes. All I needed to do was write dialogue and details.

 

[MrPixel]

If a friend (male or female) asks "Have you ever been to a nude resort?", the subsequent conversation is ripe with plot bunnies!

Oh, IRL.

My wife and I met at a community theater event (we were participants) in a city 3000 miles away from our native habitat (California). There was small talk about missing the beaches, and one of us brought up the several nude beaches. We made a date - yes, our first date - to visit the local nudist resort the following weekend. Our plot bunny population has been very, very prolific in the following 36 years.

 

[Nynah]

Just wondering if anybody else has had that issue of suddenly thinking of a story when least appropriate, and managing the associated simultaneous joy and guilt?

Earlier in the week, I sat in on a UAT session for some software that deals with end-of-life planning and pallitive care. Not the most riveting or arousing subject matter but the person running the session was extremely attractive and had the loveliest voice that I found enthralling even as they were saying things like "advanced care plan" and "durable power of attorney".

Managed to use my personal phone to jot notes on potential story ideas between keeping the meeting moving along.

 

[Five_Inch_Heels]

It's wrong to think about comforting the spouse of the recently escaped?



Huh.

 

[KittyOfSteele]

I typically just let the idea play out, no scolding myself. Graveyards are the worst. Something about death mingling with lust/eroticism is oddly interesting to me.

Well...



Death is hot.

 

[Actingup]

It's wrong to think about comforting the spouse of the recently escaped?



Huh.

We’ll see how the story works when I write it out…

 

[Five_Inch_Heels]

Whether he, she or they, the spouse could be rather desirable to others and if wealthy, so much the better. Let the games begin.

Wakes can be kind of wild, no?

 

[iwatchus]

There is a funny sketch in the movie Hollywood Shuffle about a wake/comedy show. Haven't seen it in years, but my memory of it was funny.

 

[Erozetta]

Well...

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Death is hot.

Agreed.

I made Death a guy who looks and sounds like Peter Steele in my dark fairytale.

 

[Five_Inch_Heels]

Robert Redford once played Death.

 

[gunhilltrain]

*reading this and thinking, 'Isn't that a thing everyone does, like, all the time?'*

I typically just let the idea play out, no scolding myself. Graveyards are the worst. Something about death mingling with lust/eroticism is oddly interesting to me.

I've written about people have sex in cemeteries, usually Woodlawn, but in the daytime. It's not the death, but the challenge of getting away with it. Few people have the nerve for a nighttime tryst in such places.

The female character in one story, before leaving, poses for a photo on this grave site in Woodlawn.

https://stoneanddust.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/09/img_4631.jpg

 

[Erozetta]

I've written about people have sex in cemeteries, usually Woodlawn, but in the daytime. It's not the death, but the challenge of getting away with it. Few people have the nerve for a nighttime tryst in such places.

The female character in one story, before leaving, poses for a photo on this grave site in Woodlawn.

https://stoneanddust.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/09/img_4631.jpg

I've done it a couple of times.

Once in the rain. Do not recommend, extremely muddy. I mean, still fun, but also muddy. And if you're familiar with Alabama soil, you'll know there's high red clay and iron components. It can smell like blood sometimes due to the iron. And red clay is really hard to get out of clothes.

 

[Rob_Royale]