Fond of rumpots, crackpots, and how are you, Mr. Wilson?

When I was in high school, stuff just spooled out of my head, through my hand, and onto the paper. That was when I didn't give any thought to plotting, pacing, etc. and just rolled with it. So I wrote stories that generally lacked coherent plots or pacing but had pretty good dialog.

Then I tried to impose order on it to have better plotting and such and the use of a keyboard, and it's now a total chore.