The Rhythm is Gonna Get You
In haste, because I’m actually still trying to write – it’s been a very odd day – and I have my Greek and Latin mid terms tomorrow, for which I’m somewhat less than prepared. (By which you should understand I’m flying by a prayer AND the seat of my pants.)
A brief exchange with my husband – who came in to find me playing Mika and rolled his eyes :D – reminds me that I had meant to write briefly about music to write by.
I don’t know if other writers have it. I know a few who do. I also know at least one who writes in front of the tv or movies. (I confess the only time I have written in front of the TV was my third Shakespeare book which was written in its entirety in about the month after 9/11. I didn’t feel I could take my eyes off what the world was up to just then. And writing only happened when sitting in front of the news.)
Now, as I believe I mentioned sometime before, when I’m asked if I’m a plotter or a pantser I always have to say "both." Because I write lovingly intricate plots, ahead of time. Then I sit down to write and ten chapters in I find the characters are not who I thought they were, or everything has gone strangely awry. Which forces me to sit down, unpick my plot and rethread it in a way that makes sense for where I am now. This happens every ten chapters or every fifty pages, whichever comes first.
According To Hoyt 