Outlines and Stilettos
I know writers who plot every twist and turn in their story. Who can write from a synopsis. I admire this kind of writer. I am not this kind of writer. Which surprises me. Every other aspect of my life is done by schedule. I pre-plan what I will eat for the week, when I will workout. I pre-plan my savings to accommodate big purchases. If I have a problem, I devise a plan to fix it, then follow said plan. I am an itinerary kind of person.
Except when I write. To me, outlines are like stilettos. They look nice, but aren’t meant for long-distance travel. Like chapter two. Or up a flight of stairs. Or three stairs.
The point is, I can only plot so much before it feels wrong, like when you accidentally get in the shower with your bra on. Something just doesn’t feel right. Like I’m being stifled during the one time I get to be really free.
So, um, what about you? To plot or not to plot? Stilettos or flip flops?