So many times, I started with a rough idea of what I wanted to happen, but when I sat down and allowed myself to type as my thoughts came, the story went in directions I would never have thought of in a planning session. Whether this is because of some strange operation of the subconsciousness, or the natural outcome of allowing the characters to be themselves, or some other reason that could well be debated by cardigan-clad academics over a few glasses of red, it worked.
Now I have to print out the draft and get it bound. Then I get to immerse myself in the scintillating delights1 of the editing process.
1 There is absolutely no sarcasm here. You will absolutely never find sarcasm on this blog. Absolutely not.