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Are you the slow but steady turtle? Do you write as fast as a rabbit in heat? Get creative and describe your writing style. (This is a tee up for Basil Sands who never disappoints.)
For bonus points, share your favorite author and tell us what his/her ‘writing style’ animal would be?
I’m a manic cheetah out of the gate who loves circling back, but I turn into a sloth at the end.
Beginnings are always the most challenging for me. I want to get a good start set up, but I always revisit it to make sure it’s how I want it. My cheetah makes wide swaths to circle back around. Then as I’m nearing the end, I start to procrastinate because I don’t want to let go of the characters.
When I’m completely done, I evolve into a panda eating bamboo shoots.
In the beginning, I bolt like a race horse out of the gate. After the excitement of the initial chapters, I become skittery and shy like a wild bronco and have difficulty making progress because I’m spooked by a plot hiding in the shadows. As the plot peeks out of hiding, I evolve into a cat hunkered into hunting posture and waiting patiently for the chase. The last few chapters are a glorious run. By the end, I am lying in the sun licking my paw to clean my whiskers.
You’re a shape shifter.
Is there an option of a turtle in heat? 🙂
I’m still laughing. Do turtles in heat even know they’re in heat?
Viper. Strikes without warning. Embeds fangs. Injects suspense venom. The only known cure is to read on to the end.
Wow. Impressive, Jim. You made a deadly snake readable.
I agree. That hits of lot of bells. Surprise, right off the bat. JSB a viper? What? Then wondering how he can redeem this character, and the Ahh ending. Lol. Pretty impressive.
I am so not a viper – maybe a boa constrictor or anaconda – holding on for dear life, strangling that story to death:)
I’m like a cat with the zoomies, zooming here and zooming there before settling down to stalking the story.
Your description reminded me of the flashlight game I used to play with my cats. They’d chase the beam like it was food.
I’m the horse that’s the last one out of the gate in the 7th at Santa Anita; Allowance race, mile and 3/4 for maidens. I’m dead last in the back stretch while the other fillies pass me like I’m stopped. When I make the last turn, I find my air, pull to the inside, dig in and pull away from the pack by a couple of furtlongs.
I like how you finish. Stay the course, Tess.
Well Jordan, interesting you should ask. I would anthropomorphize my personal writing style as that of a horse. Albeit, a horse with constipation who after suffering months of increasingly tighter packed details and mental images of where the story needs to go, in desperation for release discovers the stash of veterinary laxatives intended for the cow, and eats the whole batch of it.
Next thing you know there is a steaming pile of story and a happy happy horsey jumping around squeaking it’s favourite rubber chicken.
You never disappoint, Basil. Never.
And boy, you should see the massive piles of creativity he leaves in the yard. Me and my brothers have to clean it up all the time.
Picking up after him could be a “gold mine” of writing nuggets.
Hrm…maybe we’re picking up the wrong nuggets then…
I’m like a busy squirrel. Darting here and there, hoping to find nuggets of inspiration, hoarding notes, followed by long periods of hibernation.
There’s nothing wrong with hanging around a bunch of nuts.
Since I write with a coauthor we are like a wolf pack. We stalk the heard of ideas identifying the weakest. Then we coordinate our attack, pulling the weak idea away, isolating it and hunting it down, thus leaving the heard of ideas stronger. If the weak idea resists our culling, we battle it until it proves its strength and returns to the heard, or we feed upon its remains giving ourselves sustenance and vigor to hunt ideas another day.
Downright vicious. I like it.
This is about writing production…so no viper here.
My productivity is a cicada…shows up a couple times a decade…makes a lot of noise…drives family, friends and neighbors crazy…then disappears
HA!!! You would drive me crazy but there’s nothing like good buzz over your books.