I tend to write the way I live (or maybe I live the way I write), a sometimes-awkward hybrid between planning and winging it.
Writers often define themselves as either plotter (planner) or pantser (that sometimes flaky person who considers herself spontaneous). While I’m no longer a die-hard pantser, I’m also not entirely a plotter. I’m somewhere between. A plantser, if you will. Continue reading “When is Getting Stuck the Best Thing?”