There are three kinds of writers: 1) planners, who plan out everything before they write, 2) pantsers, who fly by the seat of their pants and write without planning ahead, and 3) plantsers, who do a combination of both. I am mostly a planner who leaves myself enough wiggle room to perhaps be considered a plantser. No one who knows my writing habits would call me a pantser. And yet, I will admit, the chapter I’m posting today was totally pantsed.
Chapter 33 of My Brother’s Keeper is up, and just to make myself clear: I did not plan this. I sat down in front of my computer on Martin Luther King Day with the beginning line in my head and no idea what to write next. So I went ahead and typed the first line, hoping more words would follow. Then I kept typing, flying by the seat of my pants, and what came out of those pants?
(Warning: Spoilers ahead.)
