I don't like being lost. I don't like not knowing where I'm going--either in life or in my writing. I don't like not knowing what is going to come next. And yet? It was kind of fun, after the fact. We got to, as my husband pointed out, drive around an area of the country where we don't spend time. I think its good my hubby can stay cool when we are lost as my hands start sweating.
In the midst of getting lost, I had a new plot bunny hatch. So, something good really came out of it. Has anything good ever happened to any of you because you got lost?