Pants On Fire
So I was reading Kate’s Blast from the Past today and realized, as someone who is so deep in two different novels that I’m having a hard time separating fiction from fact, that I am indeed a pantser as well. This is rather obvious to those who have met me in person
Person #1: You know Jason Cordova?
Person#1: He’s a bit… ADHD, isn’t he?
Person#2: That’s an understatement.
So being an extreme pantser is definite up my alley. Sure, I might write out a rough outline and maybe some key plot points (“Yes, that guy must die… soonish”) but when an idea hits, I typically run with it. This is great at some times (see: Kraken Mare, Corruptor) and horrifying at others (see: Wraithkin, the pantser novel which took 8 years to write).
I’m not going to criticize anyone who is either a plotter or a pantser, however. In the end, as Kate said, it matters not which route you take, because you are writing a novel. Really! So long as you meet your word count goal for the day/week/month/year, who cares how you do it? Pantsers and plotters unite against procrastinators!
(I’m one of those, too)
(Shhh don’t tell my readers)
Now, while I’m a pantser when it comes to the actual writing part, in my worldbuilding I’m more akin to George R. R. Martin and a historian. My detailed history of every novel I write is detailed to the extreme. Zim, a very handy wikia program I use (and is free!), works very much like wikipedia for each and every novel. Every single universe has a bible, from which I use all the information from past novels to build a detailed history of the world. The most extensive bible is for my in-progress YA series, of which there are eight books planned. The thinnest is actually The Warp, because… other than a general “idea” of what the end game is, I’m making it up as I go along.
Is this the best way to do things? Yes? No? LIke I said before, it doesn’t matter. Not at the end. The readers usually can’t tell, and you don’t need to tell your publisher a thing. It’s pretty much between you, your muse, and the hundreds of people…
Son of a b*tch!
Okay, no one tell my publisher. Please? He doesn’t need to know that I fly by the seat of my pants when writing.