Taking off my pants

Yeah, I’m a pantser.  I don’t say that with pride, it’s just what I am. My life involves no real planning other than paying bills and going to my writing classes. I just sorta hang out and do what I feel like doing.  I am trying to change that in all aspects of my life,  I even have a cute little planner with stickers to make it fun.  I’m starting to see that pantsers are the grasshoppers and I need to be an ant.

I’m trying to do something similar with my writing.   I had a mentor in New Orleans that taught me a lot of things, outlining was not one of them and now I want to learn.  We were talking about world building in my writer’s class. I’m living in St Petersburg, but not Emily’s St Petersburg, hers is a little different, so I am building, and yeah I got a special notebook to do it … and also a book to help my pantsing situation


One of the things my instructor told me about learning to be a little better at plotting is to deconstruct your favorite novel.  Well, I can try and do that, although I am not completely sure as to how but I’ll give it ago.  Of course, I’m not going to mark up my fave book, without having a replacement.


I was introduced to Elizabeth Peters by a used to be friend. The thing with used to be friends is the struggle of how you remember them.  As they say on Facebook, it’s complicated.  There are hurt feelings and wonderings of what is real and what wasn’t, love and betrayal.  Breaking up with a friend can be worse than breaking up with a boyfriend or girlfriend. For me, it has taken years to work out, and there are times when I still bump up against the angst of it, but for the most part, I have decided to remember this.  Used to be friend  introduced to Elizabeth Peters and that was an amazing gift to give. One that has been nothing but pleasure.   So I thank my used to be friend for that.

Elizabeth Peters died on August 08, 2013. I miss her.  I miss her so much that I haven’t read her last Amelia Peabody book.  When I do there will be no more new mysteries with Amelia, and who wants to live in that world?





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