My bottle of Avon Sweet Honesty just exploded all over me and it made me so sweet and honest I might as well be Piglet.
In yoga pants.
Writing station, because attics aren't good for non-sloping surfaces. The notes ended up on the Post-Its, and the dialogue has been distributed, and I'm happy to inform the world that this is a VERY USEFUL METHOD. I'm writing scenes as I want to write them, out of order, and it's exhilirating and super-fun. But let me add, I don't necessarily think this method would work for just any ol' project - every project has its own shape, and this is just how it's worked out, for me. Although I can't imagine tackling any future project without some map of sorts. I'm pro-outlining. (Except for 10-minute plays.)
Something I wish I could tell my younger self: it's normal to be afraid, but it's writerly death to let that keep you from trying a new route into an idea. Structure does NOT kill creativity. Structure is just as much creativity as are writing the actual words.
And when I mean younger self it certainly applies to me ONE MONTH AGO.
Oh, self. Oh, Piglet.