It’s not so much the thing itself, as the complications you have to worry about.
I might be talking about anything from Auto-immune diseases, to moving houses… But, because I happen to write novels…
It is novels I was referring to. You’d never have guessed, would you? And that is partly because I am all over the place. Sorry. That’s me, and I suspect most successful novelists. We get there in the end… but the complications that develop… well, they can make it hard, and of course, they can make the story.
I’m a plotter (although I have pantsed a few books. I wonder if anyone can guess which). But, like all plotters… the plot is barest bones of the story. In fact it isn’t even always the plot or the main plot… by the time I am finished.
Because complications. Things change. Mostly they change because as the flesh adds to the bones, and starts to get pumping blood, sparking synapses and other splurty-gurgly stuff you didn’t even THINK about in that plot outline, your new-built monster tends to shamble off in the other direction. Usually to the bar, which wasn’t even IN the outline. Well, those my ‘monsters’ anyway. Yours may head for institutes of higher learning.
Seriously, it’s an important feature that is almost inevitable: your world, your characters (which were somewhat placeholder-puppets moving at your command – fine for books by inept puppeteers – but no good for real entertainment) start to demand more background (which doesn’t necessarily make it into your book but HAS to make it into your head, for the book to work).
I remember reading a fantasy (high fantasy, I should have been stoned to read it) where this plainly had just never taken place. The women knights and their wondrous peaceful but bleak Kingdom, suddenly being attacked by bad men… aside from the biological complications of women being smaller and not as physically powerful and armor being heavy (meaning the bad men will knock the stuffing out of them ) and peaceful utopias not having battle-seasoned knights (or knights at all) the bleak place would have struggled to feed a mouse let alone a civilization. But hey lots of tournaments, balls and feasts, and strong womyn!
Now… you COULD write this, and even make it entertaining… as long as you don’t pretend the complications don’t exist. As long as you work out HOW (and, o boy! It would be COMPLICATED) But it was obvious the author had the plot idea, plunged in and wrote something that needed vigorous use of the plunger…
If you don’t hit complications… and have to devote time and effort to thinking about them and solving them…
You’re doing it wrong.
And yes, I am mid complications right now, with the WIP.
Which I keep reminding myself is good (and bad for speed and progress of course).
So I thought I’d remind you of its goodness and necessity.