Friday, May 20, 2011

The Trouble with Pantsing.

I have made no bones about the fact I'm TOTALLY pantsing this latest novel. I had a "bug in my bonnet" and I started writing. To date, after a few weeks, I'm about to break 40K on this novel. I've been writing it every day, mostly stolen moments, some planned, and never knowing where one scene will lead. I have ZERO synopsis, ZERO outline.

Total by-the-seat-of-my-pants writing.

And now? I find I've run out of Zip. Or at least, I have no earthly idea what to do next. Some people call it Writer's Block. I call it "Pantsing Peril." As in, I've written myself out. I officially have run out of creative steam, and the only way to get back on track (since the Muse has temporarily deserted me) is to WRITE A FREAKING SYNOPSIS. Figure out where I want to go, and get there.

Otherwise I will stop working on it, find other things to do, and eventually I will leave the world the characters have been so alive in, and I will become estranged to them. And I don't want that to happen, because I've been having too much fun with this.

Now I just need to sit myself down and plot it out. UGH. I'd rather drop a fork on my toe, tines-down.

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