Confessions of a budding novelist, or after nanowrimo

After 180 pages with no plan other than a basic plot outline, I have decided that I have written a culture, a bunch of characters that I adore (far too many) and I know which passages are in the flow.  My world is visual, alive, vibrant, and I just love lots of it.  If  IContinue reading “Confessions of a budding novelist, or after nanowrimo”