I’ve recently converted to outlining. It’s been hard. There haven’t been any knocks on the door about changing, but I’ve been working on fixing the way my brain works.
Having been a pantser, discovery writer, I’ve had to funnel information into my brain differently. I also have to block my brain from yelling, “NO, YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG,” which has have been the most difficult.
Once you convert things get hard. I fight myself every day over just doing the way I used to. But it doesn’t work, like I said Monday, maybe it never really has.
I’m down a new rabbit hole. There is nothing but my the other side of my brain telling me, “you can’t go on like this and expect to get where you want to be.”
That voice is the same one I heard on a 9th grade English test. It was supposed to be a story using the spelling words, I forgot to use the words and still got an A on it.
That little voice told me to keep going.
At 23, the voice resurfaced. But I kept writing by the seat of my pants.
It’s 20 years later, and I realized something has to change.
This week I’ve been working through the fantasy book I wrote last December. I’m outlining it, as I should have done.
Trying to wrap my mind around this process after writing another way for 20 years has been difficult, but I know the book will be better this way.
Once I start the drafting process I’ll know how I’ve done.
That I had to change is one of those things you don’t understand at the time, but I know I had to do it.
I’m working my way through the books I have on outlining and beat sheets. I have a few of them. They’re helping.
I’m going through those to find my way to the end.