I’ve banged my head against my desk on a number of occasions today because I’m fighting a decision. A decision that isn’t really a decision anymore because I already know what I should do. My current manuscript-the one I’ve been working on for what feels like an eternity-and is nearly complete has taken me, the story teller to a cross roads. It’s not a pretty sight, I’m a disgruntled traveler who is being stubborn-refusing to move in the direction I know I should. Instead I’m standing here kicking up dust on this dirt road lost in thought. One question tumbling around in my psyche, the answer I know, is already weeding it’s way further into brain…making it’s self comfortable even while I fight it.
How should I proceed?
I’m almost to the part where things really start to take off, where the adventure comes in. I’m nearly to the point I’ve envisioned and however excited I want to be at this point in my story I’m just not. I’m not, because I can’t be.
I can’t, because I fear I
have told the story wrong. I wrote it in first person and now, in retrospect I think a third person omniscient POV would be best suited for this story. By keeping the story in my protagonist’s head I’m missing out on some really great scenes that would enhance the story for good. Scenes that would be a cherry on my proverbial sundae I suppose.
I know it’s the right path to take I’m just annoyed it took me so long to realize it. Though I’m not new to books, I’m new to writing them and just like anything there is a learning curve, one I’ve just fell off of. I keep thinking about all the work I’ve already done not wanting to start over, but here’s the thing…Anything worth doing takes work. I know this, I know I need to stop fighting and simply get to work. I’m going to focus on these words by Ira Glass because they give me, this novice writer hope.