And about time. I’ve officially given up on the notion of being a pantser: I just don’t have what it takes. I know this because I started picking away at a real outline this morning instead of doing my usual pathetic 500 words, and I already have the following:
- 1500 new words on outline and character goals
- a very clear idea of what’s happening in the next few chapters
- a pretty clear idea of what’s happening at the end of this book
- a semi-clear idea of where the next book could start (yes, I am doomed to write series, it seems)
- clear goals for my MC and secondaries
- and, finally, what was really holding me back all this time (I think, anyway): an emotional arc for my MC. I get nowhere without that. I just didn’t realize I was missing one. Apparently character arcs, for me, are connected to plot arcs. I guess that makes sense.
And I’m not even halfway done with the outline.
It’s a nice raining-buckets day today and I’ve read all my new-buys for the weekend, and the reviews of Transformers 2 tell me not to waste my eight bucks, so I have no excuses. I’m gong to finish this outline and geek out in Excel with a few color-coded, comment-laden plot arcs.
Her Dogginess, meanwhile, is filling in on the forward motion of the WIP itself. Which explains why there’s a new chapter about kibble, and why my cup of coffee went missing.