It is fair to say that my plots often consist of one conceit and not much else, a flaw which often makes putative novels come out at about 1,000 words instead of ten times the amount.
But of course there is a simple solution to this: plot your plots! Instead of seat-of-the-pants running from one word to the next in glorious chaotic creativity, sit down, and decide what is going to happen, to whom, why, and what pointless filler sideplots can be made to serve your original wafer-thin idea.
There is one problem to this approach: that of the dread procrastination. Now, instead of merely delaying writing his future masterpiece ~~(its perpetual incompleteness making it’s sure-fire success unfalsifiable), the author can delay plotting the work he will be spending hours, days, and weeks of prime procrastination time on. Now he can delay the roadmap even before delaying the road; in short he can mirror government transport planning departments everywhere, on only a fraction of the wasted budget, as ink or electricity is cheaper than tarmac. Which wasn’t in my initial plot for this post, as there was none.