#WordWeavers 30May- writing from the POV of a child? Written any?
Very comfortable.
Cory the alien boy in Our Child of the Stars and its sequel. He is childhood turned up to 11. Enormously empathetic, curious, friendly, and able to enjoy even the simplest moments of life. And also, weird powers and he has to hide. I also did chapters than didn't make the book in the voice of his friend.
I have an idea in which there are two POVs, the child living it, and the adult she becomes.
Are we vehicles
to propagate
nucleic acids,
or scaffolding
for feet that they
might erode the
topsoil, create
riverbeds, canyons,
or are we a chassis
for lungs that exhale
and push air and
move butterflies
effectively?
I admit, looking back, there were a number of red flags for depression. I should have reached out. I should have cared. But one of the things about depression is you don’t care. It’s not all tears and rage, sometimes it’s simply an emptiness. I couldn’t summon the will to care, so I hadn’t. And there’d been no one else to pick up the pieces.
For Riparia Dellbane, more than any other protagonist I’ve ever written, this is quite simple.
Step 1: Frantic, she runs in blind panic for an unknown distance while beating at real & imaginary spiders she’s certain are on her until dropping from exhaustion.
Step 2: Her sympathetic horse brings her arachnophobic self home.
Step 3: Doppla then restrains her to keep her from burning the house to the ground.
It’s time for the June #WordWeavers questions!
Written by @AlinaLeonova & I, you’ll find the questions pinned to our profiles. All writers are welcome to join in.
Participate with a WIP or an already published book.
As always, play the days you want, skip the others. Please use CW as necessary. Looking forward to seeing your answers, finding great books, & meeting new friends.
Here we go! #amwriting#writing#authors
Having yesterday leftovers
today. I don’t feel meant
for the moment. Glances
and hollow helloes in the
back of the fridge, mossy.
Tough stuff thrown into
pot luck for simmering.
Achievements seem wilted.
We can always microwave.
Nutrition negligible. Chow
now, somehow.
Sometimes I wish I didn't write historical fiction, there's so much research! Even for my current WIP which is only set in the 1960s. The research is the fun part in many ways (which is why I leave it to the editing stage, otherwise I'd never write a damn thing) but I do find it hard to get a writing flow going sometimes when I'm drafting and every line is like "she wheeled (?) the machine (?) to Mrs Ansell's bedside (?)" 😄
I’m wearing sleeves
on my insides. All the
uncool kids are
internalizing shirts,
and well-dressed
emotions with
pocket squares
are nominated
for awards. They
like them. They
really really
like them. And
the award goes to
A unified universe.
Constant crossovers of characters and events.
A timeline stretching from the beginning of the world to its end.
Welcome to my world...