I’m often torn between Plotting and Pantsing. I think my best work has come from when I pants a story (writing by the seat of my pants.) However, pantsing has also led to a lot of writing that ends up in the proverbial back-of-the-drawer-never-to-see-the-light-of-day.
Plotting sometimes works better, but I’m confronted with too many issues when I need to flesh out a scene in order to understand where it should go. I’m also in danger of plotting to death, where I have so many complications that the story becomes overburdened with plot bunnies.
Yet, plotting can also untangle these complications. It’s work, but sometimes it needs to be done. Like now…I’m struggling with the story even though it’s already in my head. But it’s too real in my head. There are too many bits that happen, yet have nothing to do with the plot. I need to leave those out. Sometimes one character starts taking over the story, while it’s supposed to be an ensemble cast.
I’m doing work now. The kind of writing that, instead of feeling like what I want and need to do, feels like a job. My writing goals this past week have been in the toilet. I didn’t do any on the weekend. I look at it as a needed break; sometimes that’s what’s needed. But now I’m buckling down and getting the story out, even if it’s a mess.
That’s what revisions are for.