Given that the seat of your pants gave us Ed, the Shadowchild, and who knows what else, I obviously have been shopping for pants in all the wrong places.
Hahaha! I do that all the time when I’m writing. Everything’s flowing along nicely, and then I stop. ‘All right,’ I’d ask my character, “what do you see?’ And after a bit of staring and tapping on the keyboard, I’d get something random, which frequently ended up being one of the most interesting parts of my story.
Digger of Unnecessarily Convoluted Tunnels…
But only if you’re looking at them wrong.
It’s the things that don’t seem important at the time that grow to take over the entire network, and frequently provide it strength.
Given that the seat of your pants gave us Ed, the Shadowchild, and who knows what else, I obviously have been shopping for pants in all the wrong places.
Hahaha! I do that all the time when I’m writing. Everything’s flowing along nicely, and then I stop. ‘All right,’ I’d ask my character, “what do you see?’ And after a bit of staring and tapping on the keyboard, I’d get something random, which frequently ended up being one of the most interesting parts of my story.
Digger of Unnecessarily Convoluted Tunnels…
But only if you’re looking at them wrong.
It’s the things that don’t seem important at the time that grow to take over the entire network, and frequently provide it strength.
Obviously, you are shopping at ‘worldwide pants’.
Shadowchild: Yay! I’m a much more major plot point than planned!
Yees, by now we can finally say with absolute certainty: Shadowchild’s spices is “major plot point”.
Time marches on and now “the seat of your pants = plot” just means you are a pastel pony.
Shadowchild is always more unnerving in its early appearances than I expect. I can see why Digger was… well, unnerved by it.