Winging it: 1259 words, and chasing into the darkness.

I loved today. 

The story has moved away from my plans, so I am outlining each new scene before I write it, still with the same landing place at the ending as my objective.

The story and series structure will remain the same, but the events taking place inside of Book 3 are getting some significant upgrades.

For example, today’s bit of the adventure had a (unplanned) hint of Picts versus Romans on the ground that would someday hold Hadrian’s wall… and (planned) cookies in a warm Ohio kitchen with a handful of friends trying to make sense of what was happening.

I’m writing blindfolded… but I’m doing it while hanging onto a nice, sturdy rope. And I love the story that I’m getting by hanging onto that rope and pushing into the darkness.