It occurred to me tonight while roaming through the store looking for a Father's Day gift for the man of the house that I write blind.
I mean I'm not really a pantser and not really a plotter, so writing is kinda like fumbling through my house with a blindfold on. I kinda know where the couch is and the coffee table and stuff are, but I still do a fair bit of stumbling and toe-stubbing.
That's exactly how I write. I kinda know where the milestones need to go, but the route between them is pretty murky at times. There's a lot of hit and missin' going on. But sometimes I ran smack dab into something so fabulous and I wonder why I didn't see it before...but maybe the only reason I discover these golden nuggets is that I'm not looking for them.
So I guess the moral of the story is not to be afraid of the dark when you're writing...there may be a treasure lurking in the corners somewhere...or a flashlight.