I should be sleeping, but I’m not.
I have school in the morning. I’m exhausted, unbelievably cold. Everything aches. I am not okay. Why am I still awake? NaNoWriMo.
I’m so sick of my book, and I haven’t even started writing it yet.
I haven’t entirely decided how the story should read.
The first option is third-person limited (with Cassandra as the main character, but again, not the protagonist), similar to A Series of Unfortunate Events. The second option is for the story to read as a first-person limited narrative like Fight Club.
The advantages of telling a story in third-person are vast. Early in the novel, I want to include a chapter that explains both time-travelers’ (who are complete strangers to Cassandra) personal situations as well as the structure of the descendants of humanity’s home-world: Terra Quintus (a planet of which Cassandra has never heard). This is more difficult to fluidly incorporate into something written solely from one characters perspective.
I wonder though if this particular story could benefit from a carefully worded, first-person p.o.v. Cassandra is a very narcissistic character, and with her as the narrator, I feel the story’s semi-decent plot would take on more depth, the writing style itself evolving with her personal growth. The story is very generic otherwise; it’s almost a side-story for a greater plot that we, as the readers, are unaware of until after the journey is mostly completed.
So, the question is: first-person (with all its treacherous pitfalls) or the safer, well worn third-person point-of-view? What’s a girl to do?
Earth is the planet Cassandra (and everyone she’s ever met) has called home.
Unfortunately, due to dwindling recourses and exponential leaps in technology, Earth has long since become a distant memory, idealized in history books throughout the galaxy, especially for those “Terrans” whose ancestors once called this planet home.
In 2010 though, Cassandra doesn’t know anything about “Terrans” or even space exploration. She just barely scraped by in high school.
The majority of the novel takes place on Earth (before terraforming).
Three days until the first of Halloween; two weeks until November.
I am in a blind panic. I don’t know anything.
I can’t write, can’t think, can’t breathe. I am freaking out and am in no way prepared. It would be utterly fantastic if I could pull myself together to form more than a human shaped blob of processed foods, daddy issues, and festering insecurities. Alas, until that happens, I think I’m just going to drink my weight in over-steeped tea.
I hope you’re doing better than me.
It’s my third one in as many months, but since I don’t have time to change my mind again before November, this is The One.
I woke up with it at three this morning.
I am utterly exhausted yet truly excited; my main character this year is not the protagonist. She’s just led to believe that she is.
That will be fun to write.
All my supporting characters are a bit barmy though (I’m honestly not sure how I feel about them), but I hope their general crazy will lend credence to a world-gone-mad trope for this comedy of errors.
Actually, I’ve never actually tried to write comedy before.
I may have made a mistake.