"Plotting" is just a fancy way of saying that imaginary people have hijacked your brain, bound you in a choke hold and beaten you senseless, saying they'll only let you live if you write what they tell you.
So, what do you do? Well, you do what any sane person would do: listen to those imaginary people.
You don't sleep, you can't think straight, you can't even hold a normal conversation (those imaginary people start screaming when anyone else talks to you about anything else. They're slightly narcissistic. Slightly). Your brain is in another dimension for, oh, who knows how long. Will it ever return to Earth? Shoot, it'll probably return and, with your new-found awareness, you'll realize you look all pasty and bug-eyed and your loved ones will start making Twilight comparisons (this has happened, on more than one occasion).
And I love it.
Since misery loves company, I have a few questions for you masochistic writers out there...
Do you plot?...And if so, how long do you spend plotting? Where do your stories come from...do they drop on you like an anvil?...Or do you pointedly ponder?
And a picture...
(I think the desert is a lot like writing. It's stunning and unique and full of mystery, but if you spend too much time in it, it'll kill you.)