I have a confession to make. It’s been months since I’ve written anything worthwhile in any of my works-in-progress. Each story is plotted and I can clearly see every scene and ending, but the words to show my characters’ journeys have been more elusive than spotting a blind albino papermaker riding a three-legged flatulent horse.
This morning in my twilight sleep the answer to my dilemma finally came. I’m a pantser, not a plotter. Continue reading