A shiny rainbow fog blows from the spout of a magic lamp.
“…Rainbow?” I question, not trusting my own eyes, even as the genie transforms out of colored thin air. 548 more words
While I’m no stranger to sitting down and actually plotting out a book, my most recent efforts have been almost entirety of the pantsing variety. For those less familiar with the nomenclature, plotting is when you sit down and figure out your story from point A to point B before writing it, while pantsing is sort of making it up as you go along, “by the seat of your pants,” as it were. 329 more words