Writing Tips (Sometimes): The Highlights of Pantsing A Novel

You may remember, I wrote a book called How To Pants a Novel last year (this month is the one-year anniversary!). But I also wanted to write a letter with the highlights, in case you don’t have time to sit down and read a book about something you’re already doing (or you have no interest in doing).

The process for pantsing a novel is simple:

  1. Sit down with your writing tools (computer, pen, dictation, whatever).

  2. Find your glimmer.

  3. Say what comes to mind.

  4. Don’t stop, and don’t let the world or your imposter syndrome or your fears tell you what it should or shouldn’t be.

That’s it! Brilliant.

A little explication, in case you need more.

I feel like Step 1 is somewhat self-explanatory. However you write is how you write, and you need your basic tools to get started. Some people need a private office or to be in a coffee shop; others need a special candle burning or a cup of coffee. Whatever environment and tools ease your process, get them. And schedule time to write regularly. It doesn’t have to be every day, certainly. But if you teach your brain that you will let the ideas out, then when you sit down, the ideas will come that much more readily.

Step 2 is a little less self-explanatory. By “glimmer” I just mean some kind of starting point. This might be a completely blank page for some writers. It might be a single image for others. Or a single word. Or a scene. It might be a hazy flicker of an idea. Honestly, though I know people like to think of pantsing and outlining as separate things, it could be an outline. I’m not going to argue with your process, and I think pantsing and plotting are a lot more similar than people like to pretend.

Next, say what comes to mind. Or write it. Or dance it. Or act it out. Let the story come out, however that looks for you. For me, it’s like turning on a faucet. As long as I remain focused, the story just flows. I do want to add here that this is a practice thing. The more you practice letting the words out, the easier it gets. There will, of course, still be hiccups and blocks and clogs in the hose. But generally speaking, the more you do it, the easier it becomes. Five minutes or five hours, doesn’t matter. Just let the ideas out and write them out, whatever they are.

Finally, just keep at it. Don’t stop. I don’t mean you shouldn’t take breaks. Definitely take breaks. But keep coming back to that page. Let the ideas keep coming. You may need to reread some of what you wrote. You may need to go for a walk or take a class or talk to a friend. You may need to source ideas from real life or other books or wherever. That’s all part of the process too. Just remember to keep coming back to the page.

And that’s it! That’s the process of pantsing in a nutshell.

Now, all that said, I think there’s a lot more to it, which is why I wrote a book on it. The book goes a bit into some Internal Family Systems method of understanding the internal workings of why pantsing works the way it does for me. It might not work that way for other people, of course. But in a world where most books on writing, and craft courses and workshops emphasize outlining as the “right” or “better” way to draft a book, I really want to have more conversations about the how and why of pantsing. Not because I expect anyone to change or alter their process, but just in case they can find ways to make it better, faster, and more rewarding.

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Black Hole: A Poem

This poem is one I wrote last year when I was feeling kind of depressed. Like, not all the way the depressed, but on the way there.

Everyone experiences depression differently, whether it’s a temporary depression due to temporary issues, or it’s a case of recurring major depressive disorder. So, this type of poem certainly won’t resonate with everyone.

But I wanted to make sure it’s clear: this is about depression. And I’m not experiencing these feelings right now, so please don’t worry about me <3

Black Hole

We can’t know
anything
not even ourselves
Who we are is just a story
we tell ourselves
A tree is a tree unless we say its not

You are you
unless
you say you’re not
We have an agreement
but everybody lies
We all shape the story to hurt less

We exist
Maybe we shouldn’t

There is nothing but ash

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Eloita serves faithfully as a guard to Viscount and Viscountess Giles, even while she dreams of returning to her hometown. But when the viscount unexpectedly announces he’s moving his entire household to the “north,” Eloita suspects they may be returning to Woods Edge itself, nestled in the shadow of the dangerous and mysterious Sablewood.

To make things more complicated, Eloita’s role places her in close proximity to an attractive nobleman. But if she wants to preserve her job and reputation, she knows she must avoid any romantic entanglements with him.

This trip will be dangerous, she had no doubt. She just hopes the viscount isn’t up to something that will place him into danger she can’t protect him from.

Cypriel has always been enchanted by tales of the Sablewood. So when his uncle assigns him to travel to a small village within its shadow alongside Viscount Giles, he is both annoyed and delighted—annoyed because the viscount is the worst kind of obsequious; delighted because he finally has the opportunity to discover the secrets of this mysterious forest.

To make things more complicated, one of the viscount’s guard’s is from the region, and he finds her intelligent, knowledgeable, and of course, beautiful.

But he knows he’s being closely watched by the viscount. He has to be on his best behavior: no scheming, no shenanigans, and definitely no romance.

Together, Eloita and Cypriel step into the unknown, where ancient woods whisper of forgotten magic, and their destinies intertwine with the secrets that lie in the heart of the Sablewood. As they venture deeper into a world neither of them fully understands, they must confront not only the mysteries of the forest but the truths within themselves.