I got asked to write about plots, subplots, and, in particular, about "the subplot of a love triangle or square or pyramid...or whatever shape you want." So, here we go. Ahem. Let's see here. What do I know about plots or plotting? Not much, considering the fact that I do pantsing, although I did plot my trilogy extensively, but then gave up. Plotting ahead of the story is just not my thing, although the more I meet and talk with wildly successful published authors out there in the wide wild publishing world, I start kneading my brain in wonder, because all of them so far told me that they plot, so I'm thinking, what the fuck is wrong with me then? I should plot too. But here is the thing, I DO plot, only differently. You see, plotting ahead kills the momentum of the story for me. I know how my book will end, but I don't know how it will get there. I write the way I would read somebody else's book, without knowing what happens next. Each morning I wake up, excited, eager to start writing because I want to know who ate whom, or how, or crunched on what bone and sucked on it for how many minutes exactly. Oops, sorry, this is my under-the-bed monsters line, so they are growling at me right now. Anyway. Where was I. Ah, plots. Subplots. Sub-sub-subplots.