Remember the cartoons where the Good Angel sits on one shoulder and the Bad Angel sits on the other, both whispering suggestions to the hapless MC?**
That’s my conflict as I write my new mystery. I am a pantser.
Bad Angel says “Let a neverending stream of words flow onto the page.”
Good angel says, “Don’t listen to her. One continuity issue and the whole plot might collapse.”
So now I’m working with a spreadsheet and pages and pages of notes. If I write 500 words in a day I am THRILLED. Thanks a lot, Good Angel.
*In non-writer language, someone who flies by the seat of their pants. Not a pretty picture in my case.
**In non-writer language, that would be Main Character, as opposed to Master of Ceremonies.