Okay, with Pinky and the Brain the plots always happened at night, and I’m not really trying to take over the world. Just this book. I know there’s going to be chaos this afternoon, so I need to get my plotting in this morning. Writing a book is kind of like getting Pinky and the Brain to work together and actually accomplish something. An interesting process. Brain wants power, Pinky wants to wear lederhosen. Both contribute to the story. Without the Brain’s plotting, there’s no structure. Without Pinky’s wild and wacky contributions, there’d be nothing stirring the plot up.

Maybe this is a lame analogy but it’s the best I’ve got without any caffeine in me. Good thing there’s a large bag of coffee beans in the kitchen. Happy Thursday, world, and happy birthday, Mom!