15 sheets of paper, one for each chapter. They're all blank right now, I mean, right at this minute. I can see them from the corner of my eye as I type up this blog post. This displacement blog post.
I want to start plotting, and yet... and yet I'm too scared to start.
For once I begin I will lose myself to the story, a rollicking one at that. It could be my strongest yet.
Another adventure begins.
I'll see you in October.
Post-blog note: One hour later and the planning is starting to make some sort of sense. I love the physical cut and paste, the poring over my work as I plot and plan all the twists and turns. I'll leave it looking like this for a day or two on my study floor. Post-it notes will be moved, destroyed, added. And only when I feel it sits right, that the action is spread evenly across the whole work, will I start typing up my chapter plans. But these will be written loosely, for anything unexpected that could (and should) happen as I write...
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