Sneaking Time

That's right. I'm sneaking time. I should be writing right now, or typing the already-written pages of my spiral notebook, or something. But I'm worried. I don't know where my story is going.
I've always been a bit haphazard of a writer. I'm very motivated and driven about writing every day (well, nearly every day). But. I don't really plan out my stories. I don't outline, don't brainstorm possible plot variations, nothing like that. Usually I have a character or a moment show up in my head that I just can't ignore, so I put it down on paper, and then it just keeps swelling and growing and moving and all of a sudden it's a story. Like I said, haphazard.
I know it might be a good idea for me to experiment a little with outlining. It just seems to defeat the purpose. I mean, you don't plan an act of creation, right? It's an organic thing that just grows out of the dark side of your subconscious. So a part of me thinks that to plan it takes away from the magic of the moment. Another part of me thinks that's silly, but currently the side that holds fast to delusions of writerly romanticism is still in charge. You know, typewriter, glass of wine, empty apartment, only the muse for company . . .
Which leads me to my current worry. I don't know how the novel I'm writing is going to end. The first one I wrote, I knew the beginning and I figured out the ending pretty early on. I just didn't know how to get from point A to point B. I'm sure that every novel I write will be a different experience from all the others. Nonetheless, I'm worried. Where is my book going? What happens if I get to the end of the ideas I've got and then I get stuck? (This fear is pretty groundless, since I'm fairly good at keeping the pen moving no matter what. But still.) I think I've got a good start on this one. Interesting characters from a couple different backgrounds, and (I hope) it says some interesting things on the concepts of home and family and freedom. But where does it GO? Agh.
I've got a short story or two that I wrote last spring that I've been meaning to type up. Maybe I'll post one of them here after I get around to that typing. Might be interesting to see what people think, to see if they work or not.
And now, I should get that pen moving before my domestic partner turns up underfoot . . .