I am, by nature, a pantser. I begin my writing at “Once upon a time” and plow through until I reach “The End.” Outlines are things I haven’t used since they were mandatory for college papers, and the concept of laying out what’s going to happen in advance is completely foreign to me. And you know what?
I’m usually the first to scoff at the incredibly problematic belief that mental illness and suffering make for good art. It’s a very weird way of glamorizing real problems that should be treated, not put on a pedestal.
Okay, that might be a slight exaggeration, but only a tiny little one. It’s more like the house is a toddler- or a teenager- having temper tantrums every time we try to do things differently from how its used to.