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Plots or Pants

Plot or Pantster

by Sebastian Blade


So - have you ever gotten up - decided to go on a picnic. You can see the picnic spot, the warmth of the sun, taste the sweetness of the watermelon - So do you sit down and make a nice to do list and plan everything out so you can have the picnic tomorrow?

Maybe....

If you're me, you throw some junk in the basket, grab a blanket, jump a bus and out you go! You meet someone interesting on the bus, find a street fair that you didn't expect, take photos of an interesting dog, send text msgs to someone that you might have loved, and at that watermelon as the sun sets. Nothing's planned.... it just happens the way it happens.

That's how stories are for me. I start with a character and a problem, then the world and everything else fills in around it. Maybe when I write something that's not really just personal experience I'll have more of a plot and plan it out.

That I'm such a pantser shows up in my inability to write a serious thesis for academic writing. Sum up everything I'm going to say in one sentence? But I haven't said it yet... how do I know what I'm going to say?

Sebastian

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