There's a great joy in starting a new writing project. There's my clean page, waiting for my words of brilliance to flood down upon it. There's my shiny new idea, waiting for me to write it down on paper. There are my characters, waiting in the wings to come on stage and play out my story.
It's all there waiting for me. Waiting for me to put my fingers to the keys. Waiting for me to start.
Then I do start. With a head buzzing with ideas, I race through page after page, trying to get my story down before it flies away, trying to capture the amazing story living in my head. Words seems to appear of their own accord.
Then I have to stop. I've run out of time to write. But I can't resist scrolling quickly through the pages I've written, not reading them, just looking at the words, at the start to a brand new story. And then I see something that makes me smile.
I've left the outline already.
Not badly, but in a way that will hopefully make the story better in the long run. And to tell the truth, now I've written something, I find having an outline doesn't annoy me as much as I thought it would. If I've left it already, then there isn't much hope for it in the rest of the story. Though it has helped me work out the basic direction of the story and the main plot points, which is what I need.
I've come to the conclusion that outlines are made for generally ignoring.