Writing without a map

 

I found most of the stories in Confessions from the Road by accident and while traveling to places I didn’t expect to go.

I love winding up in places I didn’t know existed, and then figuring out how to get out before the shooting starts.

I write my novels the same way I take a vacation.

I don’t use a map.

For three years, I promoted travel for the Texas Tourist Develop Agency, and I squired travel writers from every major newspaper in the country – from The New York Times to the Los Angeles Herald with the Chicago Sun-Times thrown in between – and we wound up in nooks and crannies that Texas didn’t know it had.

But I never used a map.

For a decade, I served as travel editor for Southern Living Magazine, and I found town and hamlets and villages and crossroads communities that the South forgot shortly after the last shot in the Civil War was fired.

And I never used a map.

I didn’t want one.

I didn’t want to know where I was going.

I just enjoyed the trip, and, as the old mountain man once said, I was never lost, but I was powerfully misplaced from time to time.

That’s the way I write my stories.

I don’t use a map.

There is no plotting.

There is no outline.

There are no character sketches. I work characters into the story when they show up, and I never know when they’ll drop into a scene or what they’ll do when they arrive. I seldom know who’s side they’re on.

I don’t give them names. They tell me who they are, and if they don’t, I figure they’re not important enough to the story to deserve a name.

I simply sit down, write the first sentence, and see where it leads me.

It’s just like when I travel.

I love the journey.

I love the surprises.

I love the intrigue.

I love winding up in places I didn’t know existed, and then figuring out how to get out before the shooting starts, and, sooner or later, the shooting always starts.

I keep writing until I put a period at the end of the last sentence and realize I have nowhere else to go, and my main characters have done what they were meant to do, and none of us have any interest in prolonging the agony.

Say goodbye to one.

Say hello to the next one.

And I strike out again usually on the wrong road and headed in the wrong direction and too ignorant to know the difference.

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  • Roger Summers

    The good thing about never using a travel map is that you never have to fret about having to refold it, which we all know is next to impossible. That leads to discovery – discovery of the real world that is out there, the world that brings renewal, adventure, which surely we all seek. Write on, Caleb, write on.

    • Caleb Pirtle

      Roger, you and I gave our unfolded maps away long ago. By the time I folded mine, I found that Amarillo was a suburb of Shreveport, and both towns were upset.

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