Pardon me while I stack.
For the last three weeks, I have been creating reams of hastily scribbled notes. Historical tidbits, character whatnots, plot thickeners and plot thinners have all been scratched out on every spare sheet of paper I could find. (I could find a lot.)
Finally satisfied that Book #19 is now ready to enter the grand outline stage, I will spend today compiling all scribbles into legible offerings. Upper management (Logistics, Reality and Sanity) will then take over and make the final cuts.
But first, I must stack.
My fingers are so looking forward to the paper-cuts.
Oh, how one must suffer for their art.