"I love it when a plan comes together!" -Hannibal
I like plans.
Meal plans, chore plans, wardrobe plans, travel plans. When it comes to my writing, I'm a plotter. I rarely start anything without having a plan first. Plans are delightful. Plans work for me.
Except when they don't.
It all started when I was almost finished with my most recent book. The plan was, it would be the first book in a trilogy. I'd even started planning the next two books, but hadn't gotten very far (read: I knew the primary, secondary, tertiary, and quaternary characters, the titles, and the plots).
But then I had this idea.
You know the Greek myth where the goddess Athena springs, fully formed, from the head of Zeus? It was like that, only instead of a Greek goddess (I'm pretty sure Sherrilyn Kenyon has the rights to those), this was a story.
Okay, seven stories.
It was a tough call. I was already invested in the trilogy, and what I had in mind for the new series was a massive project. My brain rebelled against shucking an entire notebook's worth of work to start over on something else. I had to stick to the plan.
That's when it struck me. Wait a minute. I'm an indie. Whose plan do I have to stick to, exactly?
Planning is great. It's the only reason I'm able to crank out books at the pace I do. But sometimes, your plans hamstring you.
Sometimes, you have to go with your gut instead.
Curious about my new project? For a sneak preview of the first book, check out its Pinterest board.