A
funny thing happened on the way to The End…
As
a writer, I’m definitely a ‘pantser’ (as in, I write by the seat of my pants).
Don’t get me wrong, I know how my story starts and how it ends, but I’ve always
thought that the fun and creativity of writing was in getting from point A to
point B. It’s an adventure.
But
for my last book, I was paralyzed by writer’s block to such a horrific extent
that I *swore* I would plot out my next story down to the minutest detail.
After all, one of my critique partners insists “there is no such thing as
writer’s block, there’s just bad planning.” I’m not entirely convinced I
believe that, but of one thing I was sure: I never again wanted to stare at a
computer screen with one eye while staring down a publisher’s deadline with the
other. That was an awful time.
So
imagine my surprise two weeks ago when I started my newest erotic romance. I
happily shut myself up in my home office with a hot cup of tea, fired up my
computer, and pulled out my extensive plot outline.
The
first line came easily enough: “There
was a dead body in my pool.”
After
that… nothing. It didn’t seem to matter that I had the entire story sketched
out on six pages sitting next to my keyboard. It didn’t matter that I knew my character’s
names, their histories, their hometowns, their favorite color socks. In an
insane trick of the Muse, the fact that I had already written out an
abbreviated story of my story meant I couldn’t write my story!
I
was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
I
settled for a Captain Morgan Spiced Rum and tonic with lime instead. (Actually,
two of them.)
Once
I relaxed, I began to feel better about my book. I knew how it started and how
it was supposed to end, so I threw away the outline on those six sheets of
paper and just let the words flow from my fingers. The spunky heroine. The
uptight detective hero. The dead body that throws them together.
I’m
happy to say that the story (so far) has elements of humor, intrigue, suspense,
plot twists and sexual tension. LOTS of sexual tension. Oh, who am I kidding? I
write erotic romance. There’s a lot of actual sex in this story. (The result of
all that sexual tension.)
But
at least there’s a story. I’m writing pages. Day after day, the words are
coming. Maybe my Muse was trying to tell me that writing is a leap of faith.
It’s hard work, but if you show up for it every day, your Muse will, too. I
don’t need an outline, I just need confidence.
At
least that’s what I’m telling myself until the next time writer’s block
strikes.
What
about you? Are you a plotter or a pantser, and why? I’d love to hear about your
process.
Leigh
Court
www.leighcourt.com 
1 comment:
Yay for the words flowing!
I'm a pantser who's becoming more of a plotter. I try to have several turning points laid out at least, including the 1/2 point and the dark moment. And while I don't have the rest totally plotting I know where I'm going and write down scene ideas when they come to me.
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