This article on my writing process was posted as part of a blog tour for What Grows From the Dead. It was originally posted here.
Writing past your headlights
Itâs late, and your tripâs been long and difficult. Youâre off the main road, trying to follow directions, but they arenât detailed enough. Youâve never been here, youâre not familiar with the territory, and nothing looks familiar in the dark – just shadows, hints, only coming into focus for an instant as your lights cross them. Thereâs paint on the road to show the lanes, but some of it is worn away, and the intersections and turns arenât marked.Youâre going too fast for your lights, and if somethingâs in the road, youâre in for a few moments of either terror or panic as you try not to run headlong into it.
Thatâs my writing process. Iâm what writers call a âpantser,â somebody who writes by the seat of their pants. Thatâs in contrast to a âplotter,â somebody who has reams of backstory, character profiles, recipes, history, and a massive, detailed plot outline, somebody who knows whatâs happening in each chapter, what beats they need to hit, as they progress towards the plotâs conclusion, along the route theyâve already worked out and carefully crafted step by step.
Those two styles are wonderful in that they both can lead to terrific work. J.R.R. Tolkien was clearly a plotter, almost more excited about creating the details his worldâs history and language and legend than he was in the story on which the book rests. Donald Westlake, author of countless mysteries, legendarily hated outlines and just wanted as he wrote to find âwhatâs next?â
How it works for me is I just start writing, page one, and usually I just write until the first draft of book is finished. I usually have no more than a couple sentences of concept, not a plot, just a setup. I often donât know who my characters are, or even how many they will be, until I begin to discover them on the page. A pattern I often follow is to write for a bit and then throw myself a curve at the end of a chapter – a twist in the plot, an unexpected appearance, a secret revealed. I certainly donât try to make every chapter end on a cliffhanger, but those seem to me to be natural moments of heightened interest, nice punctuation marks in the narrative. Often I donât know what they are or even when theyâre coming until I write them. If Iâm doing my job right, they also serve as little nudges to keep reading – the reader saying âwhatâs next?â right along with me.
In What Grows from the Dead, one of those moments that turned out to be central to the story was a âwhatâs in the box?â moment, one that readers of the book will surely remember. I had no idea starting the chapter what was in the box. I hadnât even known there was going to be a box until I threw it in as another twist a couple chapters earlier. I certainly didnât know that the contents of the box would be critical to how the story played out. I did know it had to be something important and maybe a little unexpected given that Iâd kind of hyped it up some, but beyond that, I didnât know until I wrote the last sentences of the chapter what was in there.
Iâm sure that sounds chaotic, and it is, but I have a good bit of background in thinking this way. Iâve been doing improv comedy for the past 18 years with a group at a local comedy club, and my love for that feeds perfectly into my writing style. With improv, you start a scene without knowing what itâs about, without knowing where you are, who youâre with, or even who you are. All of that gets solidified as you go, ideally early on in the scene so you can build the relationships and the drama that make the scene get moving and have a more appealing (and if you do it well, amazing and funny) plotline. Youâre doing all the elements of storytelling there in the moment, while people are watching you, without a chance to edit or go back or rethink, and itâs just magical when it works. The basic tenet of improv is âyes, andâ – meaning I accept what youâve just added to our world, and here is something else Iâm giving back, something that hopefully expands and defines the world, our characters, our relationships, our desires.
When improv succeeds, itâs absolutely enchanting. In part, thatâs because the expectations the audience has are so low – they know youâre making up a scene and a story and a world on the spot, and if you pull it off, even halfway, theyâre with you, impressed or even amazed. If you fail, you can just go on to the next scene, and youâve only wasted a few minutes of peopleâs time. With books, however, itâs totally different. Youâre asking people to spend hours in your world, and thereâs a strong expectation going in that the book will be good, that it will be polished, tight, meaningful, lyrical. You donât get the grace that an improv audience will give you, and you shouldnât get it. Even if you write a book using the principles from improv, the book still needs to be just as good as what youâd get from somebody with fifteen notebooks full of outlines, backstory, and character sketches.
Thatâs where editing and rewriting come in for me. I can improv a first draft, see what happens, get to know my characters, come up with a plot and world, emotional beats and a satisfying ending. Once Iâve done that, I get right back in my car and drive that route again, this time in daylight, where I can see appreciate the colors and the leaves and see everything coming. Thatâs when the world truly takes full shape.