On Writing a Novel Without Making an Outline
Stuck somewhere in my mind from long ago is the picture of a white-haired William Faulkner writing on an otherwise clean plaster wall. His graffiti looked like a movie’s storyboard done with prose rather than with sketches. There were clusters of words and connecting arrows, all carefully constructed in pencil. It was, perhaps, the outline for a great novel -– maybe even for LIGHT IN AUGUST.