The best laid intentions, felled by a lack of 3×5″ notecards
When I kicked off the year writing 250 new words a day, I had a plan. A story. An outline, man. I finished that story yesterday. Plus an impromptu flash fiction piece. Today? I have no plan.
I have a theme (thank you, upcoming anthology). I have the kernel of a plot and main character. Tonight, I write without my safety net. I’m curious to see what this change in process produces. With luck, I’ll end the night with a coherent idea of where this is going.