I do not like fairgrounds. Or it would be more accurate to say I dislike fairground rides. No, I’m sorry, think they’re horrible. The idea of being turned upside down and whirled around for what seems like hours until I feel ill enough to wish to die is not my idea of fun.
I was once persuaded to go on something called The Rotor. I should have had more sense.
This turned out to be a vast centrifuge, into which I stepped, to find myself bolted in, unable to escape. The centrifuge did what centrifuges do and I spent the entire time wondering in which direction to be sick. I wasn’t, but that isn’t the point.
(If you have never tried The Rotor and feel like giving yourself a semblance of how it might feel, avail yourself of an office chair and spin around in it until you can bear it no longer. And if you are so foolhardy as to attempt this, I take no responsibility for illness or injury.)
The point is, apart from making me feel ill and attempting to bring on a migraine, being strapped into things and being slung about means relinquishing control and I think that’s a big part of what I don’t like.
Do you think this is strange for someone who writes fiction? Is writing a bit of a roller coaster ride all by itself?
For me, I think it is. I do plan my writing, to a greater or lesser extent, depending on the circumstances and the length I am writing to, but often my characters develop as they go along, showing hidden depths, little nuances of themselves I did not suspect might be lurking within. So much so that I might have to go back and tinker with the story to include them. Plots develop wiggles too. I have twice re-written novels because what I saw at the planning stage as a perfectly respectable route to the end needed the map redrawing. I did a writing course once where the guy in charge wanted me to outline every single plot point along the way to the end. He wanted me to know what my characters were going to be doing every inch of the way. But characters grow and change, at least mine do, and I would be sad if they didn’t and maybe a little bored if I knew everything all the way to the end. I’ve tried it his way. Don’t like it much.
So I plot a bit and wing it a bit and enjoy the out of control rush of not knowing precisely where all my T’s will be crossed.
So how about you? Are you a Big Dipper Writer or do you take your SatNav along the entire way?