Tuesday, 21 October 2008

I don't care if it doesn't make any sense

That's it. I've decided to write about a "hygenie" for NaNoWriMo. I think what I write will turn into what is known as a PWP (Plot? What Plot?). I don't care.

I think a hygenie looks like a scary military-esque man, with huge biceps, a very thick brown moustache and sunglasses so that no one has any idea what colour his eyes are. Mostly because I think that's pretty much the opposite of what one expects a genie that can only grant cleaning related wishes to look like.

Last month, when the time for council elections came around, I started formulating my fictional plans for my fictional campaign (since I'm not ready to start my political career yet, and may never be). Suffice to say, someone's running for local council and I think (s)he is definitely going to be putting my plans into action.

Meanwhile their child is probably the one who is actually in control of the hygenie.

So there you have a not-completely-outlined plot for NaNoWriMo 2008. I think I like the idea enough to roll with it. I refuse to not go with it, actually.

The hygenie probably carries either a mop or feather duster of doom which he uses as something like a magic wand to carry out his genie-ing. And he can grant as many wishes as he likes, kind of like in that tv show "Genie from Down Under", except for being confined to the cleaning variety, of course.

Other genie-related sources of inspiration are: Kazaam, Genie from Aladdin, and ... I've forgotten.

The picture of the hygenie is so clear in my head that I wish I was home so that I can start drawing him out before I forget what he looks like. I haven't been inspired to draw pictures for any of my other NaNo plots so far, so I have a feeling that this one is going to stick. Yay!

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