I can’t pass up a great, ridiculous idea like this. I am imagining: why she’d be the swamp, are they heirloom tomatoes, or Roma? Is the zebra a pet, or an imaginary companion? And what’s the deal with the machine guns??
The answers are coming, slowly, and as I map it, the plot intricacies come to me. If this goes anywhere, I can see a short story, and I see mind map-charting as a part of the narrative.
Spending today, Sunday, mentally fiddling with this idea helps fill in the blanks in my already in progress novel. It’s been a year since I started that, and I have stalled in major ways, but I haven’t given it up.
And so it goes.