We’re hitting the garden center this morning for mulch, edging bricks, flowers, and seeds. I’m going to fill pots with bright geraniums, plant seeds, weed, lay down edging bricks out back, and spread mulch. Sounds ambitious for someone who’s not a gardener, who doesn’t even like yard work, doesn’t it? But it's therapy and also, it’s a kind of creativity and I’m very into creativity. That said, I confess I’m as much of a “pantser” in the garden as I am at the computer when I’m writing.
Writers fall into two basic categories: plotters, who sit down and map out their stories before they start writing, and pantsers, who just start writing, full of faith that they will figure the story out as they write. (Pantsers write “by the seat of their pants.”) I am a pantser. Mostly. For me, stories begin with the people in my head. Characters show up and suddenly there is a circumstance, a “hey, what if this guy does this and then this woman comes in and does that?” kind of synergy happening.
And I start writing… Sometimes, a whole book develops immediately and the characters take me for a crazy ride that I never expected. Other times, they lose steam by chapter three and the idea gets set aside for another one that’s cooking in the back of my mind. I can’t do that anymore because A) I’m on contract to write two more series for Tule and B) the deadlines in said contracts.
So series update: Book 1 is in production and we have a cover, which will be revealed soon. Book 2 is in edits—I’m revising this week. In the meantime, Becker and Harley are wildly waving at me, pounding on my brain, needing their story to be told. Okay, okay…I’m coming… Well, tomorrow. Today, I’m gardening…
Stay well, stay safe, and most of all, mes amies, be kind to yourself, If you aren't, why should anyone else be?
