Writer Wednesday—Plotter, Panster, Who Cares?


A lot of mention has been made of one’s writing method, and what it comes down to is that is simply doesn’t matter. Do what you think is right for you. Notice that I didn’t say “what you feel;” feelings are what you pour into your work. Thinking is what you do for your career.

Plotter

You can plot and plan, but most writers have a day job too, and as you all know, life gets in the way of many things we want to do. Even, sometimes, things we need to do.

You may work best with a set time to write, and you may be able to stick with that most of the time. But what about the times you don’t? Do you feel bad? Guilty? Constrained?

Do you spend a lot of time staring at a blank screen or piece of paper? See, plotters map out almost everything—during their writing time—and use all kinds of methods and gadgets and tools to get ready to write. Plotters need to do this, and it’s okay.

IMHO, plotters usually take quite a long time to produce a book, and that’s okay too. Often, there are reams of material that never make it into that book, but could of course spawn another or even an entire series. This is a risk you run, especially if you’re in a hurry for whatever reason.

Another risk is that you end up with a landmine field of plot holes, because you know all these details so well that you fail to adequately explain or show them to your readers. Pantsters run this risk too, for the opposite reason.

Pantster

“Strike while the iron is hot” could be the pantster’s motto. Write when you feel like it! For myself, if I don’t do it when I’m on fire, so to speak, it won’t get done. Now, that doesn’t mean, usually, that I stop whatever I’m doing and dive right in—often I’m in the middle of something and I’m disciplined enough to finish that first.

And, of course, there’s the “percolating” method by which I can accomplish a number of mindless tasks while my subconscious is working on a book. THAT’s when it all comes together and I can spend hours at my desk and churn out a ton of pages.

Of course, there are times when I have to stop and make a few notes, or line out a few characters, or double-check the timeline of my plot. The difference between a plotter and pantster is that the latter uses tools and notes for a few minutes and gets right back to the story; a pantster doesn’t spend a great deal of time on details.

Which, of course, is that risk mentioned above: plot holes. I maintain, however, that pantsters have the better deal—all professional writers certainly check their work, but I think that pantsters are more likely to notice the gaps because all the details that could be missing weren’t meticulously written down elsewhere.

I could be wrong, of course. I sometimes am . . .

Anyway, who cares? Does it matter? Most writers have one preference or another and that could even change, depending on the WIP. Endless discussion of the method (of which, apparently, I’m guilty, considering this blog post), can only lead to procrastination.

And we all love that.

Do it your way, it doesn’t matter in the long run. Don’t listen to anyone who says you MUST do it a certain way—nope, not even those who say you MUST write every day. Baloney. Just get it done, one way or another.

 

 

 

 

Prep Monday—A Very Hard Thing


Downsizing. We all talk about it, everyone seems to think it’s a good thing . . . But it’s NOT EASY.

 

Bookstore surplus aside, I’m cutting back from nine bookshelves to five. Heh. Nine to five. But which books??? Sure, the old textbooks can go—who was I kidding when I kept some of those? And most of the antique books will be sold anyway, some are already on Ebay.

 

I do have a lot of sentimental things laying around here, too. And those will have to come with us. They may be used, many are being used now, but some, yes, will have to be stored. Sorry, not getting rid of them—the kids may want them someday, or not. Won’t be MY problem, right?

 

Sadly, it’s my problem right now. There are tons of things in the garage that came from the family farm—some can be used, but some . . . I just don’t know. Might be a while before I can go through it all. Yikes. The kids have things here too, come and get ‘em!

 

Clothes are easy, even shoes—I’m not a shoe junkie. Oh, I see them and like them, in ads, in the stores, but I rarely buy them. Unless they’re boots. Okay, maybe I have a slight issue . . . But boots are USEFUL!

 

The kitchen is going to be real problem. Sure, I have things there that I don’t use often, but I DO use them. Sigh. I have a lot of cabinets. A lot. And the china cabinet and antique sideboard? This house won’t have a dining room . . . that means the Mexican pine dining room table and the chairs that Dennis made will have to go too. Unless—hey, wait a minute! Maybe we could enclose the patio for a dining room? Genius!

 

So, you see, this is a project. Huge. We’re already starting to sell off a few things, piecemeal, but have pretty much decided—gulp—that a garage sale is in order. Oh, dear. Last one was, um, about seven years ago. That’s about how long it takes me to recover from one. And I’ve never made more than a few dollars. Sigh.

 

Well, here goes: coming May 24, BIG SALE! And I hope you all come—okay, okay, some of you might find the trip a bit of a distance and all . . . Well, wish us luck! Two years’ planning isn’t too much, I’m thinking, although at this point I could be ready a lot sooner. A lot.