Friday, I had the opportunity to present at the Jot Writers Mini Conference here in Grand Rapids. If you missed it, you can check out the entire event here. My presentation begins one hour into the evening. To keep updated on all things Jot, go on over and give their Facebook page your like!
It’s no secret. I’m working on writing my third novel. I’m also in this place of considering my career, how I go about writing, next steps.
I’m analyzing my writing a lot at the moment.
Recently, I was reminded of something that I’ve heard many times. Something that has caused me to question myself and my novels.
Novels written in the first person are often considered lower level literature.
Both Paint Chips and My Mother’s Chamomile are in the first person (which means that the narrator utilizes the “I” and “we” instead of “She” and “them”). I wrote them from that point of view because I wanted the reader to feel intimately connected to the characters. I wanted to engage them.
Does that make me a lower level writer? I don’t know.
Here I am, writing a third novel that will probably grow into a series (at least 2 books), dreaming up a novel (that might also grow into a series) to write after these two are done.
What I hear as I dream of these novels all comes in the first person.
And I think that’s fine and good and a-okay.
Why? Why wouldn’t I try to be like this author or that one who have attained the height of literary prowess?
Because I’m not this author or that one.
I’m me. And I write the way I best know how.
Will my seventh or eighth novel end up being in third person? I don’t know. Those ideas haven’t presented themselves yet.
For now, I’ll just let the characters have their way. I’ll give them a voice. I’ll use that voice to tell their stories.
And I’ll find great joy in writing the way I can.