Byzantium's Shores: chronicling the misadventures of an overalls-clad hippie

This just in: writing an outline for an already-completed novel sucks. This is total drudgery that I'm finding utterly, completely annoying. The clinical detachment from the story ("Just the facts, ma'am") required by the outline, in which the story is just flopped out there like that scene in The Adventures of Robin Hood where Errol Flynn saunters into Nottingham Castle and tosses a deer carcass onto Prince John's feasting table, makes the story look like this contrived set of dull experiences and boring events.

"Well, there's this young kid, about eighteen years old, probably. He lives on this desert planet, you see, where he works on a farm with his aunt and uncle because his parents are long-gone. And anyway, one day these nomadic junk-dealers come along and sell his uncle a couple of robots, just to help out with stuff. And then one of the robots turns out to be carrying a secret message from some Princess or something like that..."

Ugh!

"There's this guy who had the greatest love of his life suddenly go sour, just as the Nazis were rolling into Paris. So he packs up with his piano-playing buddy and takes his cynical self to a North African city, where he opens a bar..."

Ugh!!

"There's a young boy who lives in a crappy little house with his mother and his four grandparents, who are all bedridden, and in the same bed. This kid dreams of a better life, but it's never coming. Until the reclusive guy who owns the local candy factory decides to have a contest to let five people in to see the works..."

Ugh!!!