Some additional notes on authorial voice and point of view: In her bookSteering the Craft, Ursula Le Guin says: Voice is a word critics often use when discussing narrative. It’s always metaphorical, since what’s written is voiceless until read aloud. Often ‘voice’ is a kind of shorthand for authenticity. … I’m using it pragmatically to mean ‘the voice or voices that tell the story’, the narrating voice. Further along, Le Guin divides the omniscient viewpoint into two:
Good morning, blog buddies. It’s a Cozy Coffeehouse kind of morning. I’ve just finished reading Stephen King’s Billy Summers and it was a good read. I didn’t love it as much as I did The Outsider, and it got a bit “explainy” in the third act (crime novels are tough planes to land), but King’s talent for characterization and description always thrill me. Some have complained that the book is a slow burn, but when aren’t his books a slow burn?
Good morning, sleepy peeps. It’s a Lofi beats kind of morning. Not too fast, not too eager. The city is suffused in mist and it’s dark enough that the florescent lights in the tower across the street look nighttime bright. On misty days, I like to imagine Seattle from above, the towers poking up from the white fog, the glow of civilization below. We’re cocooned in atomized precipitation, the kind that leaves your skin damp and the streets shiny, all without a drop of rain.
Good morning, gracious and noble denizens of the interwebs. I come to thee fresh off my morning walk, during which I stopped and drank a coffee so tart that I puckered from within. Courtesy of Cafe Ladro, I have become a human singularity, the uber-Cheri, a pure synthesis of woman and caffeine. Can’t stop. Won’t stop. (I pump my fist in the air!) Yesterday was a good writing day. I’m halfway through the first edit on The Queen of Crows and I added about 2000 words to Hostile Takeover.
Good morning, oh humans and bots of the mighty interwebs. I’ve been feeling blah for like a week, sleeping poorly, feeling grouchy, looking at my writerly to-do list with resigned weariness instead of enthusiasm. But I busted out my “fix myself” kit and a few days later I’m feeling better. Contents of the “fix myself” kit: Extra sleep Time out in nature Silence/solitude Reduced caffeine Read In the past, I would have tried to understand why I had a blah week.