You know that scene in Aliens when the baby alien erupts from that guy's stomach? Or when Johnny Depp turns into tomato juice in Nightmare on Elm Street? Yeah...that was the road to publication for me.
My couch. It's uncomfortable as hell and I should really use my desk. Okay...I should really clean off my desk. I mean that's why I have it...right?Plot. Plot. Plot. Isn't that terrible? For a writer to confess her darkest secret is that plotting is her worst nightmare. I'm about to tackle it for the first time in a long time because this new work in progress needs a road map.