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.