Writing suddenly feels like pulling my hair out.
I made it to 17,000 words (yay!!) and chapter 7 with no problem but my plans for what happens in the next couple of chapters have started to dry up.
And that's when I started asking, 'Am I a planner or a pantser?'
I always thought I was a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants type of girl and that planning stops the writing. But now I'm thinking that will only get me thus far.
So I have jotted down a couple more ideas to hopefully feed the next 17k and I'm back on with my flying pants.