Wibbley Wobbly Timey Wimey

So as I’ve said in the past couple of weeks I’m stuck into some serious writing. Or at least I would be if it was going the way it’s supposed to.

Ah but things rarely go the way in which they are “supposed to”. Especially when it comes to writing.

I don’t work easily to a plan. My brain doesn’t work that way. Sometimes I get a full story and can write from beginning to end. Sometimes it’s more out of a magical mystery tour.

Stories don’t always do what we want or what we expect. That goes for writers as well as readers. I have always been what’s known as a “pantser”, a writer who writes “by the seat of their pants”. And sometimes the story only comes to me out of sync. I get the interesting scenes, the shiny bits, the things that want and need to be said. Later on, I have to play a game of join the dots.

And this particular WIP is giving me this mystery tour in spades.

It’s not a problem. But it’s a bit of a pain. And I keep looking at the last WIP I completed a draft of, back in early Spring, which jumped pretty much fully formed from my head to the page (ick), and thinking some quite regretful thoughts. I’m sure I had some pointed comments about it at the time though. I can’t remember them now. Now it’s that perfect paragon who did exactly what I wanted.

This one on the other hand…

Every story is different. Every plot and every character. And every writing process. It’s an adventure every time. That’s what makes writing so much fun.

I’ll just keep telling myself that.

(this also serves to further give evidence that I aten’t ded yet).