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Cat herding progress

Not only is the reference to herding cats accurate in the sense that my characters (or more precisely my MC) where being unruly, but I also find it a slightly funny (though completely inside) joke since my MC is called Kat. But I decided to suck it up and put on my big girl pants and let her do what she wants.

In the process of letting go of who or what I thought my MC should be the strangest thing happened. I am not only probably just one more editorial pass away from publishing book one in the series, I got about 1300 words into book two in about an hour and have sketched out the general path of a 5 book series in the little notebook I call my brain.

I say sketched out because I am not by any stretch of the imagination a person who likes or ever uses the word outline.  So I am calling my quickly scribbled notes anything but an outline. They are just brief paragraphs of things I don't want to forget to include in each book. Please don't be pedantic (aka accurate) and insist I call it an outline in any sense of the word. I am still a pantser at heart and can't handle the idea of converting.

If anything, this sudden glut of ideas assures me that despite what I thought should happen, the story really did know better. And that it was my preconceived notions that were in the way. So, if anything, it was not having an idea where I was going that allowed me to figure out where I was going. And it was the thinking I knew where it ought to go that stopped me in my tracks.

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