When a Plotter becomes a Pantser

Still making great and steady progress. Wrote another 20 pages last night. I also revised my projected number of pages up to 250 from 220. I just don’t think I can tell the story in 220 pages. That’s not to say that I won’t cut a lot between now and the final edit of the book. I know I will. But I also know that I need to write more to get out what I need to get out.

I’ve always been a plotter. Usually pretty detailed, as in, I know scene-by-scene what’s going to happen from beginning to end. And I did with this book, too.

For the most part.

See, when I was plotting, I got to a certain point near the end, when I know generally what’s supposed to happen, but without any details. Like “she saves her parents” kind of general. Don’t even know exactly what she’s saving her parents FROM.

So, now that I’m in the final stretch of the first draft, um, I kinda need to figure this out. Because that’s what I have to write next. It would be a real bummer to have a fantastic book but with no ending. Ugh.

If this is what it feels like to be a Pantser, you can have it.