Good Day All!
Another Thursday means another progress report on my current WIP: the Divided Draft. It’s been a fairly productive week of edits, cleaning up some extraneous vocabulary and cleaning up some cringe-worthy dialogue. I’ve been paying special attention to any lingering plot holes that should have been cleaned up by now. For the most part, my issue with this current revision is less plot oriented, focused instead on grammatical and linguistic clarity. If that makes sense.
This week, however, I have also come to be mindful of my POVs. Told in third person, my narrative jumps between two main perspectives. The first, is that of the story’s heroine/protagonist: Keira. The second is that of an important secondary character introduced in the last post: Sean. When I first wrote the story, it was all written in Keira’s perspective – always third person – but in a later edit, I realized that the story needed Sean’s perspective too. Or so I believed.
Reading through it now, I’m less certain. Having Sean’s perspective adds to the mystery that guides the first act, and lends needed characterization, but there’s something bothering me about it now that never niggled at my mind before. My sister is reading my first two chapters at the moment to give me her insight, but it’s troubling me enough to wonder if I should gage someone else’s perspective…
Which brings up two questions:
1st, what is your favourite pov to write in?
2nd, would you be interested in beta-reading just the first two or three chapters of my story–if I decide I need a second opinion? Let me know 🙂
Here’s a small excerpt from what I worked on this week:
The woman bid her to look to the ocean.
The waters were dark and unfathomable, though the moon and stars were well reflected upon them, their light no more diminished in this mirrored image. They were the only entities Keira could perceive in the black ink of the ocean.
Squinting, she willed her eyes to break the obscurity and see what waited beneath the surface.
Nothing. There was nothing. Frustrated with her inability to see, Keira felt her stability waver. She reached for the woman, but found only empty air. There was no one for her to grab to.
Keira teetered and then fell, her body curving without grace.
The ocean enveloped her, cold and murky, and she sank into it, not unlike the way she had ten years before. Through the gloom that surrounded her, Keira caught sight of a shadowy figure. Her heart leapt with excitement at the sight of the sunken ship resting upon a protrusive rock structure.
May inspiration flow like ink upon your quill,
© 2016. Faith Rivens.