It was my wife who finally reminded me: I'm a plantser. I begin with a rough plan, but it's only when I write and let my imagination run wild that my plan starts to grow a bit of flesh and take on a life of its own. Why was it, then, that when I came to write my second draft that I felt so compelled to have a perfect plan in place before writing anything?
Published on April 11, 2021 08:30