Who knew when I started on this writing adventure that I would wind up with little beings who sit on each of my shoulders and whisper into my ears. Not necessarily an angel or devil (though maybe one is the devil, or maybe they both are). My little voices are named Third Person and First Person. The POVs.
I started writing my book listening to Third Person. Her voice came naturally as I envisioned the scenes of my story. It wasn’t really a conscious decision to listen to Third Person, it just happened. For a while Third Person was the only one whispering the story in my ear. She told me the scenes as she saw them, with her views of everyone involved.
Recently though, First Person woke up, yawned and decided to have an opinion. He yanked on my other ear and said, “You know your story would work better if you listened to me.” First Person thinks my story doesn’t have enough feeling. He thinks Third Person is preventing me from making it really connect. He calls Third Person not-so-nice names and tells me to give her the boot.
So I turn to First Person and I say, “But, dude, I’m already 15,000 words into this story.”
And First Person says, “Yes. ONLY 15,000 words. There are 45,000 to go. It’s not too late for me.”
Then Third Person chimes in, “15,000 words, you’ve hardly given me a chance. Keep going. We can be great together.”
Then the two begin to argue and I have to put them in Time Out like I do with my three-year-old son when he whines and talks back.
What to do? What to do? I know this is my first draft and I should not even consider editing at this point. On the other hand, don’t I want to do everything I can to make my story great? It isn’t really editing as much as it is taking a new direction. Will I end up writing two versions of the exact same story? Where is the future version of myself who travels back in time to tell me, “Do it this way. It works.”?
I’m starting to understand all of those quotes I’ve read about writing. The ones that talk about the pain, the blood, the sweat and the tears. And I have a feeling the pain I’m experiencing now is like a little bee sting compared to what may come. No pain, no gain though. Right?