I’m here to tell you a bit about my newest paranormal erotic romance Sunburn, but also to chat a bit about the whole plotter vs. panster dilemma. Have you heard of this? Any author will hear these terms and probably roll her eyes because she identifies with one or the other.
Now, a plotter is what I would dearly love to be. However, my brain is not capable of rational, logical thought. It wanders, and so despite my valiant attempts, I am somewhat of a punster.
A plotter plots out her novel in advance, much like a traveler plots out her route. She likes to know where she’s headed, and what she’ll see when she gets there.
A pantster likes to make it up as she goes along, hopefully enjoying the journey, keeping the plotlines fluid and open.
For the most part, I tend to fall into the latter category although I do like to have an overall idea of how the book will end. When I first put pen to paper, I don’t always know all my characters or conflicts. I know the main ones, but they others “show up” later.
Is this a good thing? Many writers swear by it and hate plotting it out. I am starting to get a little frustrated with being a pantster. There’s more stress involved, and although I’ve always worked well under pressure, sometimes it backfires and you have to do rewrites.
And yet each time I’ve attempted to write out complete plots ahead of time, they change. So I ask, what’s an annoyed pantster to do? Short of throwing my manuscript out the window.
I think the key is to blend the two schools of thought, using elements from both that will help. Plotting, while still remaining spontaneous. Sound good, right?
Sure. I’ll be over here in the corner mulling it over…pulling my hair out as I try to finish this next scene.
It's all good. We love the books, so we'll wait :-)
Here's a little bit about Sunburn:
Patience O’Conner is a travel blogger who lives for her work. Her dedication to her readers brings her to the famed Helios Resort in Mexico, a locale that stuns her with its beauty but at which she suffers from some very strange accidents.
Luckily, hunky resort bartender Apollo Delos is always there in the nick of time, a malcontent guardian angel. Apollo stuns Patience again and again with his life-saving
abilities, to say nothing of his smoldering looks and apparent desire to keep her alive.
Before long, Patience wonders if there is more to the sexy bartender than mixed cocktails and insane first-aid skills. Something strange is happening at Helios and Apollo doesn’t want to talk about it.
Can Patience open herself up to this enigmatic man, even though she is terrified to be vulnerable again? And can Apollo recover from an eternity of hurt and learn to trust once more? They must both decide before Death comes calling.
Sunburn Excerpt:
She approached the booth, only to find the blond bartender manning it. Her eyes almost
popped and she blurted, “You!”
He grinned, but there was still a tightness around his eyes, as if he were sizing her up.
“Hello, Patience.” His strained expression said volumes about what he considered to be
the unsuitability of her name.
She tried to ignore the sucker punch in her gut, the one that hit her as soon as his deep,
velvety voice caressed her eardrums. “Aren’t you supposed to be at the bar?”
His smile grew wider, showing off his perfect white teeth. “I’m everywhere.”
“Clearly.” She forced herself to look away from his gorgeous face, feeling light-headed
because of the suns dancing in her eyes, the suns that seemed to come from him. To
distract herself, she touched a few of the painted bowls on display. Not that it snuffed out
those blasted suns.
He stepped closer. “Do you see anything you like?”
She choked on her saliva and coughed like a victim of the Black Death. He rushed to
calm her, putting his hand on her back, massaging. She recovered upon feeling his touch
and was hit by the bizarre, fleeting notion his touch made her recover. As if he’d healed
her.
Utter nonsense. Yet as much as it was nonsense, her head swam with the bizarre
possibility.
“Better?” he asked quietly, his face serious now.
She stared into the man’s eyes. They were blue, so very blue. “Uh, yeah, thanks.”
Curiosity got the better of her and the question poured out. “What’s your name anyway?”
He breathed in. “Apollo Delos.”
“Oh, wow,” she said, breaking into a grin. “Just like Apolo Anton Ohno! I loved him on
Dancing with the Stars!”
He got a curious look and let out a strange laugh. “Yeah. Just like him.”
Sunburn is available at http://www.lsbooks.com/sunburn-p743.php
BIO:
Rosanna Leo is a multi-published, erotic romance author with Liquid Silver Books. Her
books include For the Love of a God, Up In Flames, Sweet Hell, The Selkie and her
newest, Sunburn. When not writing, she can be found haunting dusty library stacks or
planning her next star-crossed love affair.
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2 comments:
Thanks so much for hosting me and my scattered brain, Wendi!
You're so welcome! :-)
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