A Pantser and a Plotter Walk Into a Bar…And the Pantser Learns a Lesson
For months, that’s how I wrote my first book, and then my second book. Some days the words were like a thundering river, literally gushing onto the pages. Other days, it was more like a seasonal creek in the middle of a long drought. I was lucky if two coherent words trickled out. Mostly, I ended up just looking at a blank page. I didn’t know it at the time, but I was a Pantser.