It is my sad lot to be a pantser. I bear up under it, mostly, but I do sometimes wish I was an outliner. Those anal-retentive buggers seem to have things easier in a lot of ways (nano notwithstanding).
But my recent discovery of these outlines from the Stratemeyer syndicate have been a revelation. All I need is an Edward Stratemeyer of my own, to provide me with sizzling outlines that I can fill out into bestselling novels. Preferably ones like those of the proposed “X-bar-X Boys series” that are thrilling, but not blood-curdling. I’d also like to be published in hard cover like the Hardy Boys books, so as to appear respectable to parents. Important consideration, that.