One does not simply sit down and write a book.
Chances are, if you’re a writer of fiction, you’ve heard the age old mantra of “Outline, organize, originate!” more than enough times. Many “how-to” and self help sites profess the ideology that if you want to write a book, you have have everything planned out. You have to know what happens when, who does what and how – all down to the last chapter.
And what do I say to this? If planning works for you, then great. If you like to have every detail of every subplot outlined before you flesh it out, then good for you.
But me? Not quite.
I’m a spur of the moment kind of writer. My stories bud randomly in the dark, musty corners of my brain, and are fueled by aromatic tea and just the right soundtrack. Inspiration tends to strike me at the most inconvenient moments: when my head’s about to sink into the pillow, as I’m getting in the car in the morning, while I’m trying to focus on work… I like to say that my last book was born with a color. For reasons beyond my understanding, an image of a scintillating color, lost in a sea of gray, marinated in my thoughts, and poof! The result was a 109,000 word novel that I wrote over the course of eight months.
I can’t think of a better way to explain the difference between writers who plan and writers who plant than to go to the great George R. R. Martin himself.
In an audio interview with Gleekson, he said:
There are many different kinds of writers; I like to use the analogy of architects and gardeners. There are some writers who are architects, and they plan everything, they blueprint everything, and they know before they drive the first nail into the first board what the house is going to look like and where the closets are going to be, where the plumbing is going to run, and everything is figured out on the blueprints before they actually begin any work whatsoever. And then there are the gardeners who dig a little hole and drop a seed in and water it with their blood and see what comes up, and sort of shape it. They sort of know what seed they’ve planted- whether it’s an oak or an elm, or a horror story or a science fiction story, but they don’t know how big it’s going to be, or what shape it’s going to take. I am much more a gardener than an architect.
I think that in order to get the best experience out of writing, a writer must use a mix of planning and planting. They must let inspiration and passion guide their pen, but also pace themselves and know that they’re not writing themselves into a catastrophic plot hole.
When I was in the crux of writing my book, I made myself write 2,000 words a day. It was brutal and trying and led to many sleep-deprived nights, but in the end it got me to my goal. I tried to plan some aspects of my story, but my characters usually had different ideas (which, as you will find, is common of characters). I may not have been the most organized in the way I went about writing, but my story felt like mine. And in the end, that’s what matters the most.
So what are you, a planner or a planter? An architect or a gardener?