Quote du Jour:
Puss in Boots: Stop, ogre! I have misjudged you.
Shrek: Join the club. Weâ€™ve got jackets.
Youâ€™re probably wondering what a Scener/Pantser isâ€¦well, thatâ€™s me.
I hate to write outlines. I never do. So I write by the seat of my pants and I write whatever scene comes to mind. Whether itâ€™s the middle of the book or the end or the beginning. It causes problems, really, because I can be writing and realize the scene Iâ€™m writing completely changes that of another way further along. Which means I have to stop and edit that section to keep the continuity.
But Iâ€™ve tried writing outlines and synopses. They donâ€™t work for me. I spend more time staring at the cursor going â€œWhat next?â€ than writing. And that is a waste of time to me.
Soâ€¦where does that leave me? It leaves me with a half finished book that has stalled at around 37,000 words (when the goal was 50,000) and I have no where else to go. I told a friend I had written all the good parts. (She then asked me what was left â€“ the bad parts? HAR)
Anyhooâ€¦ so I consulted my muse last night.
She has left the building! Sheâ€™s in Bali, sipping those little umbrella drinks and having the time of her life while I sit here struggling with the jousting novel.
I fiddled with the story a little before snapping off the light last night.
The cool front had come through and it was nice out. So nice I shut off the air and opened the bedroom window. I actually woke up cold this morning. I liked listening to the peace of the outside while I drifted off to sleep. It was great.
Almost stopped at Starbucks this morning, but I resisted (Resistance is futile!). Itâ€™s calling me, though, so I may end up there tomorrow morning. And today is Taco Salad Day at the cafÃ©. WOOHOO. (Sadâ€¦already thinking about lunch…)
I just donâ€™t feel like writing a darn word. But I have ideas brewing in there so I may sketch some of them out and see what happens. And the whole frustrating cycle of being a Scener/Pantser starts all over againâ€¦