You might be wondering what noodles have to do with writing.
Truthfully, I wondered that myself.
See, I didn't know what to blog about today. On my OYAN status, I put, "I need ideas for a blog post", and within ten minutes I had gotten multiple responses.
At first I thought, Noodles? What? C'mon, that is just--wait just a second... I suddenly had an idea.
So I present to you Noodles & Plots.
A complicated yet well-done plot is like a plate of spaghetti, I think. And so is a well-developed character.
At the beginning of the book, it seems simple enough. You pull on one piece of literary spaghetti with your literary fork, and then...it's not quite as simple. You end up with an entire tangle of noodles resting on your silverware.
You don't know where to begin, which piece connects there, and which piece on top is connected to the even larger pile beneath your fork.
And your knife of Plot Dissection? It went AWOL.
You end up doing what almost everybody else does: you swirl your fork through the spaghetti, twirling a good-sized bite onto it like a cocoon, and start eating.
As you do so, the tail ends still in the bowl start to untangle.
By the time you get to the bottom of the spaghetti-story, it all makes sense.
You now know why the protagonist hates X, why the sidekick freaks out about Y, why the friendly neighborhood mailman was just a little too friendly.
You untangled it one bit at a time. It was complicated, but not hopeless. Tangled, but not tied into an eternal knot.
Just like a plate of real noodles, you had to eat it before it became untangled. You had to start at the beginning, with Bite Number One, Paragraph Number One, and continue right through to the very last piece for it to all make sense, for your mind to "digest" it.
Noodles sono come trame! Magnifico.