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Pantser. Not Pants, Sir!

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Pantser Princess

The other day, at one of our club-sponsored book talk, author Kathleen Harrington mentioned the difference between plotters versus pantsers. You would think she was discussing some sorts of printer used in Manga graphic arts. Ever heard of Pantser Princess?

But the queen of romance, although her job was to paint sexy medieval ladies whose exquisitely-embroidered gowns were meant to reveal rather than conceal, didn’t mean that Pantser. I knew! And if you didn’t, let me speak in plain English. The novelist who plans everything from beginning to end is a plotter. S/he works with an outline, while a pantser is like me. We sit down with nothing concrete and start typing furiously until a story takes form. We are the true artists because our virginal minds conceive from the angels.

Just like what I’m doing right now. I sat down with no preconceived ideas about my blog topic until suddenly, as I and my fingers clickaty-clack along like a choo-choo train through deserted tracks, a form appears in the fog and lies down on those very tracks my fingers are choo chooing along. Kazaam! Unlike the train, I didn’t try to brake. Au contraire! My fingers take off in a hot race against multiple thoughts that threaten to dissolve into emptiness, thoughts that distract as well as interesting ones whose faces I long to uncover, running so breathlessly behind. Clang, clang, my fingers, the three or four that take charge, bounce along quickly across the keyboard, until I catch up to the faceless thought, or thoughts. It will be much more difficult if I catch up to too many of them, because they all turn in different directions, all quivering and wanting to slip away as I’m preoccupied with the other. It is almost impossible to force them to sit down in one group and behave like one loving family. They are a bunch of energetic thought bunnies. Even with seven pairs of hands it would be hard to catch them all and not lose any of them thought bunnies.

But one kicking and screaming bunny is enough to feed my whole village.

In the end, I’ll wipe my greasy hands on my pants and lick my chops satisfied. That’s why they call people like me pantsers.

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Author: Hong-My Basrai

Memoirist and author of Behind the Red Curtain, blogger, engineer, manager, mother of three and wife of one, etc. I am a bit of everything.

11 thoughts on “Pantser. Not Pants, Sir!

  1. Oh, dear! Hong-My, did you just announce that pantsers are the true artists? Is there a plotter in the house who will take up the gauntlet and respond to this reckless charge? 😉

  2. It’s the graphic image that startled me. Wasn’t sure what I was about to read. However, I enjoyed the post, and can relate to “thought bunnies” scampering through the yard of my writer’s brain in search of carrots. I did not see the connection between the cartoon, which pushed my gender equity and anti-trafficking buttons. Hate to go all social justice here, but that cartoon dissuaded me temporarily from reading the post. Since it was a post from our brilliant Hong-My, I thought I’d go ahead and read. Glad I did. Fun post.

    • That image is from Pantser Princess, a manga cartoon series. It was having fun with word l also wanted to jingle my reader’ s base a bit and stir up curiosity. It worked. A few guys did click on the post and liked the PG-reading.

  3. Loved the imagery. What a ride!
    Anyone got cute, creative ideas for a third category? Maybe between plotters and pantsers?

  4. Very amusing. Better thought bunnies than dust bunnies and just in time for Easter. I confess, I am a pantser.

  5. Fun read, Hong-My. The bunny imagery was inspiring!

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