The long hard slog

I’m usually an inspiration and a pantser writer. I can’t be any other way; over the years I’ve learned that if I force myself to write, it simply doesn’t work. Because I am a pantser, if I can’t let the characters flow and the story evolve, I can’t write a story. If I force it, I stall or stop or grow to hate it. I can’t sit down and churn out words every day – mostly because I don’t know what I want to happen. I don’t have a plan.

I also jump around in my stories a lot. I can write the beginning, have a vague idea of the end, write a scene for that and then write half the middle. I flip and jump and somehow make it all fit…

Unfortunately for me, I’m now facing a major problem thanks to a combination of those two writing traits. I left the middle section of Empty Skies unfinished over a year ago – I’ve written the beginning, written the end, but three/four chapters in the middle…I knew roughly what I wanted to happen but couldn’t get the characters working. I kept trying to go back to it, and it never quite worked, and so I left it. For a year.

*swears at self*

Thanks to Sam, I now have more of an idea of the plot for those middle chapters, and I’m a little happier with what needs to take place. But that still leaves the issue with actually writing the damn thing, and I HATE writing to plot. It really is a slog-through-it thing that I’ve been putting off. But…