I’m a pantser. Through and through I am a pantser.
That’s just the truth of it.
I wonder sometimes what it’s like on the other side of the fence, but I just can’t do it.
I try. But I can’t.
So, I’m going back to my usual vague outline. Once I get that nailed down, I’ll be able to resume writing.
Oh, and it’s supposed to snow.
I went golfing on Wednesday and it’s supposed to snow.
I hate winter. I want it to be spring.
That is all. Full day at work today so I won’t be around until later this evening.