Some people do their planning before they sit down and actually write. I plan along the way, among the pages of my stories and words I find a path that leads… well, if not forward, at least somewhere. Which might be as interesting as the planned path, if I had one. The writing process, or my writing process, is a living, evolving being which cannot be tamed by planning. It is my Fenriz Wolf, howling every time the typeslugs hit the paper.