While writing the first draft of my novel I left a slew of plot holes in my wake. After 5 months of research and outlining, I dove in to the actual writing and the experience felt like dashing headlong down a road engulfed in flames during the middle of an earthquake. It was nerve-wracking and the only way I was able to reach the finish line was by never, ever looking back. If I had, the sight of the furiously expanding crevasse-sized plot holes would have been enough to send me straight off the road into a morass of despair and self-doubt. So, whenever I came to a plot hole that I couldn’t fix, I just trundled through and plowed on to the next scene. After 6 months or so of writing my heart out I finished the first draft.