Saturday, May 14, 2011

Stowaways in First Person

I have a cat. I suppose. Maybe it's like the Beatles song, and she has me. At first we saw the kittens, then voila, hissing crazy mama cat who had her babies in my garage. The kitties are adorable and after a few hours of sitting and staring at each other, Mama rubbed against my legs and stopped hissing, and even let her babies climb all over me. So... the trouble with Iron King, is that although it's a first person narrative, I lose track of who it is that's talking. The writing is lovely, description, ditto, but I haven't got the slightest idea who this girl is, and I'm in her head. Hmmm. Inner monologue? Generic reactions? I don't know, but it makes me want to delve into my own first person narrative and see if it has the same issues. I'm sure it doesn't. I'm sure it's perfect;)

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