Writing is a unique experience. No two writers write the same way. There are those of us who are plotters, and those of us who are pantsers, and various combinations in between. I’m a plotter. I want to know what is going happen to my characters once I’ve written the first three chapters and synopsis. If I decide to drive to Little Rock from Denver, I’d look at a map and find what roads I needed to take. I just wouldn’t hop in my car and started driving. My plot is my map.
The book I’m working on now has decided to take a life of its own, which I’m not real happy about. I followed the plot, but one of the minor characters did something I hadn’t planned. I kept writing, thinking I’d fix it in the next draft. The black moment was supposed to happen for the hero and heroine in the hospital.
But it didn’t.
I thought I’d gone way off the mark, but I kept writing. Write it, then you can fix it.
So as I rushed to the end of the book, that plot point my minor character had changed came into the play and tied up a lot of strings in the plot. I sent up a thanks to Heaven. I finished this book as a pantser. I’m surprised I still have hair, but the book came together. I didn’t like how it happened, but I liked how the book ended. I now have a clearer picture of how the other half lives. I don’t want to do it again, but you have my admiration.
This is a picture of my new cover, which is out in this June, 2015.