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Written by Paul   
Tuesday, 28 October 2014 22:56
There's another post up over at The Writer's Brain:

Third Person is by far the more flexible and widely-used POV in fiction, and as such, you really cannot go wrong using it as your default point of view unless there is a really compelling reason why your story needs to be in First Person.  Too often authors reach for First Person simply because they love the sound of the narrator’s voice - and this can indeed make for a rich narrative style.  But richness can distract rather than enhance if applied injudiciously, and voice will not solve all your narrative problems.

Third Person comes in two major flavors, and today we shall discuss the easier and more often-used Limited rather than the more demanding Omniscient.  Limited means that you choose one, or at most a few viewpoint characters and show us your story through their eyes.  You can make this, in essence, simply a First-Person story with “She” in place of “I”, but this is a disservice to the form, and robs you of the charm of a really engaging narrator while not granting any of the benefits of a wider view.

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Point of View
Written by Paul D. Batteiger   
Friday, 24 October 2014 01:36
I have a new post up over at my Writer's Brain blog about Point of View:

Point of view is something that often gets neglected in writing instructions, and I suppose this is part of why so many professional writers are quite bad at it.  I’m guilty of those sins myself, so I’m not claiming to be perfect either.  Point of view is extremely important to a coherent and powerful narrative, and it is often one of the last things a writer thinks about.

On the surface, it’s an easy decision, as there are just not that many choices for POV.  You have First-Person, Third Person Limited, and Third Person Omniscient.  (There is also Second-Person Limited, which is technically a real thing but almost unusable - basically, try writing a story in First Person and using “you” instead of “I”)

Three choices seems like an easy process to sort through, but you would be surprised how many writers do not really make a considered decision, just grabbing for the one that “feels right” without really thinking about it.

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Poison Fog
Written by Paul D. Batteiger   
Thursday, 16 October 2014 22:32
For those who might be interested, my first new story is up on my new blog.

I didn’t really know Terry, nobody did, really.  Despite that we were all supposed to be ‘pals’ now in this damned war, and we were all Eastmarch graduates, I was never that close with a lot of the lads, and so there were a lot of unfamiliar faces.  I knew we’d all come through together, long afternoons in Huntsley’s classroom wishing we were outside, putting up with Professor Rawlins and his awful coughing.  But even though I at least knew who he was, Terry was a stranger to me.

I remember he read odd books, not the stuff we were assigned, but old books with black covers and no lettering on the spines.  He kept them locked away in a trunk in his room, and nobody ever got into it.  I suppose you’d say we were cowards, being scared of him.  We weren’t, or we were but not of him.  It was the way he looked at you - like he knew something you didn’t know, and damned if you weren’t glad.

I was surprised he joined up, when the call came through in ‘15 and we all saw those posters up everywhere with old Kitchener looking at us with that great mustache and his finger pointing at you.  We’d all been hearing about the damnable time the boys had been having in France all winter.  By then a lot of us knew someone who hadn’t come back from the war - or hadn’t come back all the way.  My mother had a friend who’s husband came home missing a leg and part of his face, so they said.

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