If only I didn’t know now what I didn’t know then!
When I wrote my first book I had no idea what I was doing. I figured that since I had spent a good portion of my life with my head in a book that I could write. As if somehow the skill of all those authors leaked out of the books directly into my brain. (I hear you laughing)
I set my imagination down in words and self-published. (The process took quite a bit longer than that last sentence would lead you to believe.)
A few reviews mentioned a confusing profusion of points of view. Huh?
Reading posts here on WordPress from people who actually know what they are doing, especially Ryan over at A Writer’s Path and Ronovan at Lit World Interviews I very quickly became aware of all the stuff I wasn’t aware of.
First and foremost, Head-Hopping. Yes, your honour, guilty as charged. For months now, the sin of head-hopping has been quietly gnawing away at the back of my mind. Today, four chapters into my second book, the silent gnawing became a loud snapping noise that demanded attention. Hello, Google, show me head-hopping.
I found a veritable cesspool of snide remarks and lively debate. The upshot of which was a day spent re-writing my first chapter, determined to stick to only one point of view per scene.
Did tossing that second point of view into the trash can on my laptop improve my story? I haven’t decided yet. I can tell you that each time I hit the delete key, it hurt. It doesn’t make any sense to me. If there are two people in a scene, don’t you want to know what both of them are thinking? I know I do.
What do you think, preference or professionalism? What’s your point of view 🙂