...I can do backwards.
Yes, Lori, this means you.
We're swapping lives. Or 'trading' if you're an uncivilised American what can't speke propur englund.
As illustrated in this post right hyuh, Lori is an OCD-level outliner.
As illustrated in this post right hyuh, I am a rabid anti-outliner.
Sadly - for us - the gods have smote us with a large dose of masochism because...well, we've gone mad.
This morning Lori announced, "I'm binning the outline for Between the Lines!" and in an overt display of solidarity (or stupidity) I said, "Okay! And I'll outline a novel!"
We never learn.
Upshot is, I now have the main characters for a novel entitled Plus One infecting mah brainz and my Blue Notebook of Destiny (distant, bastard cousin to Lori's YOOGN - Ye Olde Omnipresent Green Notebook). This makes it rather difficult for me to get on with DAE, and the characters therein are getting rather antsy.
Never let it be said I make life easy for myself. I have a WIP to finish, another previous one to edit and now - thanks to a synapse or eleventy billion backfiring, another novel to ou...out...
God I can't say it.
*coughs up hairball*
I feel dirty. And Lori, it's all your fault.
Editing to add: I think we need a li'l sumpin' sumpin' to gird our writerly...uh...loins.
This man should change his name...
They could slice hot butter: