Today's June 1st and supposedly the beginning of winter. Except, as I look out the window at the absolutely calm sea and note the warm temperature, I wonder if anyone has told winter it should be here. Not that I'm rushing it, you understand. I'll soon be grizzling about ice on the ground when I go for a bike ride.
I have just started a new book, always the most exciting time for me. The blank pages just begging to be filled with story. If only it was that easy. Like going on a big trip, there's a lot of planning to be done first. Whenever my DB and I go on a trip I tend to leave all that planning stuff up to him as he loves delving into all sorts of information whereas I just want to get on the plane and arrive somewhere exciting. So far I've never been disappointed. Not that we've gone to very many places yet. We are off to Rarotonga next week. Not a big trip, but we were there last year for a wedding and decided it would be wonderful to go again with the family. I am really looking forward to it. Also, I'm thinking of visiting the local hospital, hopefully not when I fall off my scooter, but as a setting for a medical romance. Rarotonga is a very popular and beautiful destination for weddings.
When it comes to my books I've always thought I'm a pantser with a minimal amount of plotting thrown in. Now, after writing to deadlines for my last four books, I'd say forget pantser or plotter. My style's more like leaping out of a plane without a parachute - with the resulting mess looking very similar.
So for this book I have spent a lot of time on plotting. I'm not sure if this will make the flow of the story better when I get to the middle or if I'll sag as per normal. Here's hoping for the former.
Are you pantsers or plotters? Or plane leapers?