Confessions of a Former Pantster (Pantser?)

I wrote my first two books in high school. Hot messes. I didn’t know anything about craft, but I had enthusiasm. Back then I could stay up all night, clacking away on a word processor (I am old), fueled by inspiration, not hampered by pesky things like plot, pacing or setting. Fast-forward about 10 yearsContinue reading “Confessions of a Former Pantster (Pantser?)”