Why is it so much more fun to play with computer toys than real objects? I haven’t played an actual game of solitaire since I was a child. I probably log on around 15 hours of computer solitaire per week, at least 5-7 kinds of games. For some reason, it’s just more fun on a screen.
The same is true of collage. I’m not the girl you let run with scissors, and I have been known to run with scissors and an open rubber cement jar, and that was after I graduated from college. Yet here I am playing endless games with photoshop collage. All you need is a pile of images and Photoshop. I can’t help myself.
So it really shouldn’t surprise me that rather than take a piece of paper (an object bound to be crumpled up under my chair only to be peed upon by one cat or another) I found myself playing with a mind mapping program the last time I got a story idea. I went online, looked at several online mind mappers and found Mind Map Maker which offered me several ways to map, and a way to save it as a regular png. Twenty minutes later I had a worldview, several characters, a crisis, a beginning of a plot. Wowser! I’m not that good. But this thing was. You could just let it grow wild like weeds.
Is it any good? Damned if I know! But it let me try it out in my head over a period of twenty minutes without any cleanup. In a week or two, I may see if it noodles into something.
That may be the whole of the attraction, There may be a time when you need to clean up the pile of files on your laptop, but there’s no real clean up on aisle 15. Just ideas gone amuck in a place you can find them later. My head is mostly a place in the dark, but at least this closet had a pull light and a virtual shelf.
For all the writing I did as a quilter, there is no plot to a how-to, other than finish the job with the needle not in your finger. This makes it much easier. It could be addictive. I might even get some writing done.