Shifting Perspectives

Lydia

If Lydia needed proof that she could do anything, she finally had it. She had managed to convince Danielle – her best friend and complete opposite – to go to a club. In all their twenty years of friendship, Lydia could count the number of times this had happened on one hand. On top of that, she had also managed to squeeze her into a fierce dress. Granted, it came from her own closet since Danielle owned nothing suitable to go out in. But if she could get Danielle to go out and have fun, she could certainly end the night with Cooper at her side.

And she needed Danielle to connect her to Cooper. Danielle knew him, she had a class with him, and in some strange twist that Lydia had not seen coming, Danielle had actually become friends with him.

It's cold and I have a cold

A la Buzzfeed

Due to the holiday weekend and the fact that I am fighting off a cold (I have Garth Brooks tickets this weekend. I can not be sick.), I will not be posting a story this week.

However, I can tell you that next week's story is going to be looking at one scene from four different characters' Point of View. It's like I planned that or something :)

So stay warm and enjoy your weekend! I know I will!!!

Struggling with Point of View

I recently discovered that I really suck at Point of View.

For Arthur's Lady 1 & 2, I chose to write my POV in 3rd person limited. In 3rd person limited, the narrator can only delve into one character's thoughts and feelings at a time. Now some author's write a story following ONLY one character. My stories tend to have multiple POVs when I write in 3rd person.

It's just so much fun to read multiple minds.

When I finished Arthur's Lady : The Lady of the Lake, (and then revised it briefly so the plot made a little more sense), I handed it to someone to read. The most important thing I learned when they handed it back to me was one thing. I REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY needed to fix how I handled my points of view.

Apparently, there are rules?

A Journey Between Friends

I met Mason at the age of thirteen when he told me that I had a red circle on my butt. My first period. Memories you can never forget. And I’ve tried.

Lucky for me, periods did not horrify Mason. I actually believe that thirteen year old Mason considered my ‘pointless’ red stain to be cool rather than disgusting. Uh, boys?

From that moment on, we stuck with each other all throughout high school. He ensured that I passed all my classes which proved to be a more difficult challenge for Mason than he had anticipated. In return, I helped him attempt to understand the female mind. Mission impossible, right? Well, I tried.