The Plots in My Pants by Francisco Cordoba

I’m a pantser by nature. My mind rejects organization.


When I think of a story and the characters speak to me, I’m happy as hell to let my fingers make some invisible connection to the ether and spew whatever they find there into my computer. This freedom is a phenomenal, almost spiritual, feeling.

Meditation at the sea shore with full moon

But there’s a problem.

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