Pantsers versus Planners

Driving home at dusk.
Driving home at dusk.  The waters of the Kaipara eerily luminous in the distance.  Rows of maize stretching out to the right.  Patches of dark Mānuka fringing the road.  The glow of the headlights on dusty gravel… I almost feel I could write something decent.

Water Baby

My daughter Immi approaches writing quite differently from me.  Apparently I’m a ‘Pantser‘ and this is quite true.  When I start a story I really don’t have much of an idea of where it’s going to end up.

I said I’d post a link when my short story, Water Baby, was published, so here it is…

Fiction on the Web, UK

Inspiration comes in flashes.  And is very elusive.  I might feel a surge of something when glimpsing a certain scene, but I haven’t worked out how to hold on to it.

 

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