The joy of writing a novel by the seat of my pants is that I get to find out what the story is as I go along. There’s a wonderful freedom to it. I need a character, so I make one up; and the character comes to life and has his own needs and wants and needs his own backstory, and this suggests new events and conflicts and complications.
In my current work in progress, for example, Michael Henderson (of Vikings at Dino’s) begins the novel in the middle of a firefight…in the middle of a department/grocery store:
I shrank down behind the display of crab lozenges (“As good as Mother used to make!”) as another round whizzed past my ear. I was longing to mash the button nestled under my left thumb but knew that I mustn’t