I Forgot it was Sunday
Here it is, after eight and I'm just now sitting down to do my weekly post. In my defense, I've been working on the first book of my upcoming Coven of Sisters series, which is coming along quite nicely. I've got the heroine and the hero all mapped out and about ready to meet. Unfortunately, it's too late to get all the way to that point tonight. It's almost time for bed.
It was another beautiful day here in Indiana, even though I spent most of it in front of the computer. Other than taking a drive this afternoon and tending to the goats and chickens. Of course, when the words flow, it's difficult to just step away from the story at hand. One time, I sat and wrote for twenty hours straight. I was on a deadline and that's not a place I like to be.
I visited with a writer's group this past week and explained to them the difference in writing types. Yes, there are types. Pansters and plotters. I'm a panster, and it is exactly how it sounds. I fly by the seat of my pants. Which is why deadlines and I don't work well together. I get a brief flicker of an idea for a story, then I sit down and start writing. The story forms as I write and I only have a general idea of the ending. Plotters are just that. They carefully sit down with their paper and pen and plot out every aspect of the story. Whatever works for them, doesn't work for me.
Enough of the shop talk. As I've been writing, I'm still watching The Outlander. I can't believe I waited this long to watch it. Can you say binge watch worthy? I'm somewhere in season 3 and finding it hard to stop watching. Which again brings me to the question of whether you would go back in time if there were a portal through which to go. And if so, what era would you go back to? Or maybe, you would go ahead in time. I'd be interested in hearing your thoughts. You can hit me up on here or in my email.
It is going to have to be a short one tonight because I have an early morning at the day job tomorrow. Have a wonderful week everyone!