At the advice of my brilliant writer friend A.E. Decker, I am attempting the Zen Master Opposite Day feat of writing by the seat of my pants. Yes, this is everyday awesomeness for many writers–including baby writer me, once upon a time. But writing classes and plotting practice and deadlines all conspired to make me an outliner, at least in the highlights. Given that Book Five is becoming my white whale, and given all the things, Ann dared me to start pantsing, writing without an outline. Have I mentioned she’s a genius? The words are starting to flow.
There is a dinosaur, bioengineered of course. There are a series of great conversations between Adam and Cherabino. There are Super Secret Spoiler moments I’m enjoying. And finally, truly, there is the feeling that the words are coming back.
So, inch by inch, around All the Other Things, I write.
It feels damn good. Finally.