Organic writing is apparently the current “literary” term for writing by the seat of your pants, flying into the mist, or “cutting your wrists and spilling blood” onto the page.
Until recently, I’ve always considered myself a “pantser.” (Better than a mister!) To a large degree, I probably still am an organic writer, but maybe it’s because my focus isn’t what it used to be, or maybe I’ve learned a lot more about my craft than before, but I now need more structure to my creative romps or I’m likely to end up in the woods when I need to be in a palace.
When I have structure, however loose and rumpled, I can eventually recognize when I’ve galloped over the hedge and left the path behind. It’s much easier to correct my errors. Knowing my themes, the goals of my characters, and their motivations, I can see when a scene or a bit of a dialogue have gone astray. I dearly love to let my characters free to slice and dice and say what they want, but at some point, they’re going to jump that danged fence, and there I’ll be in the woods again.
I suppose I could build a fence around the woods, but I think that would take far too many pages then I want to write!
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