Point of View—What IS It? How to Find the Perfect Voice for YOUR Story

As a writer, I use 3rd Person and I tend to ‘Lock’ the POV to one character, or at the most, two characters. The reason I’m so strict in my own work is that I was the worst type of head-hopper – even hopping from paragraph to paragraph in some places.

This is one of the ‘kinder, gentler’ discussions about POV on any blog. I did a couple blog posts on the subject and wasn’t able to stay out of rant mode. I’ve read so many really horrible ‘first person’ stories that I’ve become allergic to that POV. It’s so easy for a beginner to get locked into a ‘stream of consciousness’ mode. Any time I see 1st person, I tend to cringe. Even trade published authors can get in over their heads, er, so to speak.

At one point, in my days on Authonomy.com – I was called a POV Nazi. These days, I keep a lower profile and don’t rant so much.

I recommend this blog post to anyone who has questions on POV, and am reblogging it to Jordan’s Croft.

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Monday, we talked about the Three Acts of a Writer’s Journey. The first hint we might be tipping into The Apprentice Phase is we hear the word P.O.V. and panic. What is THAT? Prisoners of Vietnam? Pets of Vegans? Pals of Viagra?

We ALL know writing a novel is FAR from easy. We just make it look that way 😉 .

Today, I’m putting on my editor’s hat. Many of you decided to become writers because you love to write. Duh. I’ll even bet most of you, back when you were in school, also made very good grades in English. Thus, you might assume that you naturally know how to write a novel that is fit for successful publication.

Maybe you do. But, if you are anything like me when I started out? You might not know as much as you think you do.


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Author Adventures – Heading Home

Boy am I glad to head home today!

A quick update for the curious:

My credit card was turned off as soon as I crossed the state line. EEEEEEKKKKKK!!!

The Mariner Memorial Bash wasn’t as good as I had hoped. Although I met some really great people and had a good time…I didn’t sell a single book there.

HOWEVER — The great thing was that when J. Drew Brumbaugh and his wife took me to the Bascule Bridge Grill, I saw a sign for a Farmers Market for Sunday. I got there and they graciously allowed me to set up an instant book signing. I was able to make gas money to get home.

Then it was back to the Ramada for the afternoon. Got to talk to Chuck Altonen – former owner of the Harbor Journal – who gave me column space as the writer of Kat Tracks.

Monday I was off to the races – 2100 words for The Emissary series, a trip to Topky Library, Ashtabula Public Library and Kingsville Library to donate books. I also stopped at Cahill House on Walnut Bld where I wrote a bit chunk of ‘Swallow the Moon’.

Now I’ve got to pack up and get home. Might not be until midnight, but I’m glad to be going back.

Although…I think I could acutally like being a book-selling gypsy up here. The book has been accepted and is in great demand. People LOVE the fact it takes place in Ashtabula. If word spreads, the trip might not be just a tax write-off. It might acutally help my sales.

Here’s hoping, because I’m running on a wing and a prayer, just like the old days when I was scrambling for enough cash to pay my rent, so I never got a good meal except at Mom & Dad’s on Sunday.

Yes, this trip brought back a lot of old memories…good ones.

If things go in my favor, I might be back for the Covered Bridge Festival in October. But maybe not.

Stay tuned!

Tick-tock, Tick-tock – Waiting to Publish


Happy Easter

Shades of ‘The Tell-tale Heart’ – I sit in my den, banging away at the laptop, listening to the clock tick and getting antsier by the moment.

Maybe it’s the coffee?

I want to publish ‘The Emissary’ right this very moment. I was up until two A.M.  working on the prologue and the blurb. I’ve handed it off for a final read-through to some trusted readers – and the copy editor – for one-last-look-before-I-pull-the-trigger.

I tried to clean stalls yesterday – didn’t get very far. However, it was progress. Top it all off – I’ve got a freaking cold – on Easter Sunday, AND I’m out of chocoate!

Not that I’m whining (whinging for my UK friends) mind you.

There always seems to be those last-minute tweaks: A bit of this, a dash of that, a missed word, a comma misplaced. And for dyslexics like myself, the possibility that I didn’t catch a correction. (Maybe it’s old age and blindness, not dyslexia?)

I’m excited to have this little action-adventure story out into the world. It’s a fun read, very ‘Girl-Power’ for horsewomen and the guys will like it too. (No mushy stuff…in Part 1). I think the understory, the difference between our ‘techno-dependent’ culture and a the ‘Earth-first’ application of that technology, will come out without sounding preachy. The women of Dunvegan have embraced the need to turn back the clock – while the men of Fort Chatten cling to technology that will quickly wear out.

One might be able to recycle bullet casings, but the technology that created the refined gunpowder is gone, along with 80% of the population. One might be able to distill alcohol to fuel a truck, but the parts will wear out. There is always a more successful scavenger up the food chain – so things like gas, tires, bullets and food become instantly scarse – and get more expensive with every day that passes. Meanwhile, currency has lost it’s value, credit cards are useless and without fuel and fertilizer – where does food come from?

Not long ago – I expressed the opinion that Dystopian has a hold on us because there is an inner ‘wild beast’ that wants to shed the trappings of civilization and roam free once again. We each have a wild side – one that wants to hunt, gather and howl at the moon. That’s why we grow restless in spring – it’s time to pack up and migrate to fresh grass and new places.

Well, this spring is late – someone needs to shoot the groundhog.

Meanwhile, the clock ticks and I’m chomping at the bit.

‘Impressive Bravado’ Revisited


My one short story ‘Impressive Bravado’ has not been able to meet the criteria for Smashwords Premium Catalog. It is another story that’s gone through 4 different word processing software over the years.

I sat down yesterday and did another editing pass on it to address a font issue as well as tighten it up. I like the story – except for the fact it’s in first person. Eventually, I’d like to turn it into a novel. Even though I would NOT keep the 1st person POV.

I have another Katie McCarty horse story on my hard drive. And also two other novella’s about horses. The thing is – I don’t want to write the steriotypical ‘Poor Girl wins Superhorse from evil Rich Girl.’

I know for a fact that horses get bought, sold – and swindled to and from owners quite a bit. Especially the expensive ones. However, value can plummet at the drop of a hat, or a rider, as in my Old Mare’s case. And injuries to back, hock and stifle can make Super Star like my old Black Gelding into a give-away.

What I want to write about are the quirky and sometimes crazy, horses that act up and act out. The Old Mare – back when she was a filly – was my personal obsession. My whole world revolved around her antics. She’s a nut, squirrel bait on the hoof. I fought her daily, to get some manners pounded into her head.

This evening she wanted to play with me, peeking over the backs of the other horses, spooking and racing off like I was chasing her when I so much as waved a hand. We used to spend hours together – now I hardly do more than feed her.

I came around the corner while she was drinking – jumped out and said ‘Boo!’ which sent her into squealing bucks all over the pasture. It was hilarious.

But I digress.

I wrote ‘Bravado’ thinking it was going to make some horse people upset. However, the people who’ve read it are city folk. So it was in my best interest to mellow it out  a bit, make the story more accessible.

We’ll see how this works.

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