ODE TO A PANTSER
Oh how I love your spontaneous ways—
rules and conformity aren’t for you.
Your story winds however the wind blows;
your characters admittedly, too.
How free, how brilliant, you must always feel
as the end draws on each passing day.
To know your story grew by leaps and bounds,
though in no one particular way.
The glorious finish everyone seeks
is not for someone as great as you.
Except that one novel takes a lifetime.
Perhaps, rethink an outline or two?
Sierra Kummings (c) 2015
Sierra Kummings 