What’s pantsing, you say? In the writing world you run into the strangest vocabulary. We literally make up things for a living (or hobby) so it’s no surprise that we also make up words.
Pantsing is derived from the expression “flying by the seat of your pants”. In writing terminology, pantsing means to write a work of fiction with no outline or formal plan. That is sometimes true, but most of the time, even pantsers have a good idea of where the story will go. In essence, it’s discovering the plot as you write the story.
Some argue that pantsing is making more work for yourself. Some argue that the pantsed draft is the 0 draft and an outline to build upon.
Plotting is writing an outline that dictates when the major turning points of the story will be. For more details on how to plot, I’d suggest reading up on the subject, taking a workshop either online or in person, or dissecting your favorite book into four major turning points. Writers are readers. Students of writing to old pros need to learn craft.
Which is better?
That’s a personal choice. Like a painter, you might want at least a rough sketch of what the story is going to look like, but some claim a detailed outline or an outline at all stumps their creativity.
Personally, I like plantsing. It’s plotting a bit but not in detail and letting the story go off that outline and in another direction if needed. I ask myself a lot of what ifs. I ask myself, what is the central theme? I jog down some notes, and a few times, I’ve created a detailed outline in Scrivener. I may never look at that outline again, but at least I have mapped out from the abstract to the concrete how I want the story to go.
Most of society, who has the privilege to do so, thinks that novels, movies, and television shows are purely for entertainment. They are the folks also under the belief writers, actors, and other people in the arts don’t have “real jobs.”
I write full time. It is a real job. I don’t get paid until the product is finished, but I have the privilege of a situation where I don’t have to write to eat. I do plenty of other things to safeguard that. But, that is not the point of this blog entry.
Politics or social issues make their way into the arts because that is how creative types process the world around them. You may or may not agree with their stances, but like many things in life, it’s not about you.
I was recently lurking in a meme group for the fandom of What We Do in the Shadows. Someone in a comment thread went on about how this was a shitpost group and why are people making it political?
Um…Taika Waititi is one of the creators of What We Do in the Shadows. ALL of his work is political and about social issues. Hunt for the Wilderpeople is about the broken foster system in New Zealand (and quite frankly, the world). It exploits gun happy nuts while showing what responsible gun owners use their weapons for–hunting and living off the land. He even took jabs at George Bush Jr and “No Child Left Behind.” It was all done with humor and great story telling so it didn’t feel preachy, but believe me. The message was there.
JoJo Rabbit is a darkly funny satire about hate. It shows that even the Nazis were complex and human, and a product of their time, but many were truly awful. Through the lens of a child unlearning hate, he teaches hate and prejudices can be unlearned.
Even What We Do in the Shadows touches on feminism, toxic masculinity, internet trolls, and other social issues.
Entertainment isn’t just stories without a purpose, they’re about humans and their issues whether they’re regular people or ancient vampires living in modern Staten Island…like regular people.
I was recently in a Zoom meeting with a group of writers. One thing that was mentioned in the meeting was that YA Science Fiction doesn’t sell. I found the statement odd, but I live in a house filled with teenagers, and before quarantine had a constant influx of 13-16 year olds raiding my pantry and gabbing. Nothing is set in stone in their world, or true of this generation as a general rule other than rapid change. They were raised with tech at their little fingers we could only imagine in our childhood.
With the internet in their hands 24/7, comes trends that last days or hours, and by the time it reaches adult ears or experts observing the trend, it’s no longer true. So, I usually ask the kids what they’re into when they come over as informal market research.
One of the things they always talk to me about is what they’re reading. Names of authors that came up within the last year: Jessie Mahalik, Amy Kaufman, Jay Kristoff, Brandon Sanderson (I know. You’re thinking Mistborn or Elantris. Sorry. That’s beloved by us old geeks, not them. Skyward and Steelheart is what they mentioned.), T. A. White, and a few others. Guess what they’re all writing? YA Science Fiction. And there’s so much more coming out.
In conclusion, don’t try to pin down this generation by what adults say they want. Talk to them.
I read that an author should make the first line the best. Another book said an author should sum up the entirety of their book in the first line. I thought that was absurd and you couldn’t possibly do both….then I thought of a few, and they were some of the best and well-known lines in literature:
“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.” Pride and Prejudice by, Jane Austen You get several things about this story from this one line. The focus is going to be on marriage and socioeconomic status. This is going to be a satirical piece. The author has witty, dry humor.
”It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn’t know what I was doing in New York.” The Bell Jar by, Sylvia Plath One word: Quirky One more word: Dark
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way—in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.” A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens. The run on sentence to end all run on sentences.
What’s your favorite first line? Share it in the comments.
The point of NaNoWriMo, for me at least, is not to write for the sake of word count. It’s to make a habit of writing daily. Usually I can knock 1667 words a day out, no problem and I’ve won every year I’ve participated. However, I usually have to trash those 50k and rewrite the whole thing. Why? Because I pantsed the drafts and had no idea how they were going to end. (No, I didn’t pull down the pants of my WIP and expose its undies. In the writing community, a pants, pantsing, pantsed, refers to writing by the seat of your pants and a pantser is someone who pants their novel. In other words, writing with no outline or plan.) The NaNo drafts were the equivalent to world building notes/outline in story form not good writing. Fifty thousand words of mostly telling. Even last year’s Scavengers of the Starsea ended up being rewritten. This year, I made an outline in Scrivener, and I’m trying to stay in scene and not do a lot of telling. I want to edit/revise this draft not rewrite an entirely new draft. Writing this way has slowed me down as has reviewing what I wrote the day before and making minor edits (I keep what I cut. I just highlight it read. I wrote those words, they’re going to count, damn it.) So, yes, I’m technically behind, but I feel this draft is a lot better quality than other years. So, my new NaNoWriMo rule is quality as well as quantity. It’s slower, but I will like what I wrote a lot more later.
I’ve called myself a writer for as long as I can remember. Storyteller might be more accurate. I started making up stories and telling them to my friends while waiting for the bus and older family members whenever they asked me how I was doing when I was four or five. My tall tales were probably a fanfic amalgam of what I saw on TV, movies and/or read, but I liked telling them. There was nothing like the kick I got of the emotional reactions on my listeners’ faces and the way they asked, “And then what happened?”
Writing, however, has always been a solitary endeavor. Because it was just me, myself and I, it didn’t matter if I was good or bad.
In the late 00’s I decided I wanted to get serious and maybe publish a book. I went to Meetup.com, found a critique group and attended. We were all novices, including the leader, and I wanted feedback from someone more experienced. I’ll admit. I also had a pretty thin skin then and admittedly, didn’t write well enough to be any good at critiquing. What I got out of the multiple meetings I attended was a copy of Ray Bradbury’s Zen in the Art of Writing from one of the members. It was my very first “how to” writing book. It. Changed. Everything. I started seeing writing less about me making up a story and more about it being a form of art to be studied, like drawing and painting. I knew I could tell what was good or bad by opinion, but I didn’t know why a story was good or bad. I bought more books. That’s about when my husband got a diagnosis for cancer. It was a sad scary time but fortunately a battle he won. He said nope to death. As soon as he got the all clear from the oncologist, I signed up for classes at the local college.
I went back to school to get a degree in Creative Writing full time. Unfortunately, my youngest had some trouble adjusting to first grade. (That saga, I’ll save for my memoirs). I put school and my dreams of becoming a published author on a back burner and took care of that. It was almost more consuming than cancer because with that illness we knew what was wrong and how to treat it. Though their sibling is on the spectrum, ASD sometimes presents differently, and they were misdiagnosed with something else. That is retracted and they are now getting the services they need and mom is free to write.
With the school situation handled, I said to my friend, “Hey. I’m taking this class. Take it with me.” Then in 2016, my friend said, “Let’s take what we wrote for class and do something with it.” She signed us up for Cascades Writers Workshop (http://cascadewriters.com/). I sent the first fifty pages of manuscript that really wasn’t ready for submission to an agent that I met at the workshop. She gave me the most encouraging rejection. I kept at it because I hoped to one day give her something better if she’d take it.
Through Cascades Writers, local classes, Facebook writing groups, Twitter, NaNoWriMo, Worldcon, and Norwescon, I’ve met so many fabulous writers and have found some really great critique partners, who do more than encourage. They’re critique inspired me to be a better writer.
I’ve written so much but never finished a polished drat. The more I went to workshops and cons, the more I felt like an impostor. I also learned more about self-publishing (or indie publishing depending upon who you talk to) and how some authors were doing it by treating it akin to running a small business. They pay professional editors, proofers, cover artists, etc. to make their books look and feel as polished as traditionally published authors. I’ve read a bunch of indie novels that weren’t full of the stereotypical typos and some had better plots and writing than some of the stuff being put out there. In 2018, I decided that it was going to be the year I wrote a novel, edited it and sent it to a professional editor. I did the unthinkable, and wrote an outline instead of pantsing, wrote the dang thing, got feedback, rewrote it, edited it and handed it over to a few professional editors for quotes and sample feedback. I got one that met my price range, and quite honestly, was damned good, and hired them. So, after years of feeling like a wanna be, I’ve done the thing. I’ve written a book! A good one too. Writing gods willing, Scavengers of the Starsea will be out late January/early February 2020.
Perhaps not the most original title for a post, especially the first, but I’ll go with it.
I’m starting this blog for many reasons, and it will include many topics regarding writing in the fantasy and sci-fi genres (I used to write dystopian fiction too, but reality got too close to the imagined.) and writing in general.
I have a lot to say. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it.
Scratch that. Writers know that’s bs. Sometimes writing is not enjoyable at all. The inner editor that won’t let you move forward, writer’s block, the procrastination, the word count woes, info dumps of first drafts you spent all that time writing and scenes that just don’t work so you must cut the bad to cure the body of work, like an eighteenth-century doctor draining your life’s blood to rid the body of bad humors. But, writing cuts are actually necessary and won’t kill you. I think. It feels like it.
Anyway, I have a lot to say about my writing adventures, characters might pop up here, scenes might show up, too.