two hourlong sessions: 1765 and 1875.
So here’s what I learned:
I cannot cannot cannot outline. I outlined the last nine steps of the book and then couldn’t write them, because they were wrong. I just worried that continuing to write without a plan would make the book a bit like the never-ending plays I’d make my family endure when I was eight.
So I sat down today with a couple of questions and just jumped in where I’d left off, and tried to see where it’d take me.
I am liking where it is taking me–and I also think it’ll give me a far more satisfactory path to the ending.
Now, let’s just see if I can do another 1700 words this afternoon.