Your scheme? I never thought of it like this. At the moment I don’t feel like I have one. Under the pretence of recovery, which is an excuse for laziness and mental lethargy, I have turned more to my novel and though the writing part of that is slow, meandering, the thinking part is constant.
Constant plot niggles in my head as I realise how expansive the universe is and how little it makes sense story wise, gaps I need to fill somehow. Just writing the thing won’t work, this has to be planned. How G.R.R. Martin manages to hold the whole of Westeros together is a wonder. So the novel, the fiction, is the scheme, not me, not Last Wolf, a different world. The same world.