Point of View – the Basics

This week’s writing essay is just a “What is,” and a “How to” on an important technical aspect of story structure–the workings of a thing we call Point of View.

Understanding point of view–POV, as we usually say–is as necessary to the process of writing as knowing the rules of the road is basic to learning to drive. If you don’t know which side of the road your car belongs on, or that you’re required to signal before turning, you are doomed to have a short career as a driver. (Or to use a medical analogy–if you can’t tell a human from a horse, your chances of becoming a doctor may be rather slim.)

Does that mean POV is dull? A dry and necessary fundamental, something to be gotten out of the way before moving on to fun and cool topics like voice and scenebuilding? Definitely not. The beauty and power of this element of writing is subtle, though, and once you have a good grip on it, it tends to work invisibly, behind the scenes. When you get into your car every morning, you don’t have to remind yourself to stop at traffic lights; it becomes so basic–so completely obvious–that the sight of an orange light will trigger the proper reaction in a driver without conscious thought.

An experienced driver rarely considers the intricacies of basic traffic law, but focus your attention on a few key details of this apparently dull phenomenon for a second:

1) Millions of people understand and agree on the basic rules and follow them.
2) Those “basics” allow these same people and their passengers to hurtle through space at hundreds of kilometers per hour and to travel significant vast distances in minutes.
3) Visualize the complex simplicity of a highway system, with its multi-lane traffic and the system of entrances and exits which allows travellers to move together and then separate as needed.
4) Last, consider the tragic crashes that sometimes result when people flout these agreed-upon rules.

Point of view is crucial in just the same way, and often just as invisible.

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More Victoria day sail pics, and some @Clarionwest #writeathon word counts

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July 14 1,375 for a total of 43465
July 13 1,352
July 12 1,257
July 11 1,789

Also over the above period – fourteen student critiques, a Buffy rewatch, and a 4,000 character biographical article about a beloved fellow author.

New Words, #Writeathon Words, and a #Buffyrewatch

Over at Tor, I’m up to rewatching “The Zeppo.” How fun is that?

Meanwhile, a recent peek at the Clarion West Write-a-Thon notes (Sponsor me here! Win intangible things!) reveals the following metrics:

July 9th 1,092 words, for a total of 36,155
July 8th 1,017 words
July 7th 1,415 words
July 6th 1,400 words
July 5th 1,147 words

Here’s a snapshot of an island nation you can’t name on Stormwrack, a little place by the name of Tallon:

Home. Royl could make out the drydocks, the riggers, the sailmaker’s quarter. Standing well back from the water was an ugly brick plug of a building where the spellscribes worked, enchanting unbreakable masts, wheels that could hold a course, for a time, without a navigator and figureheads that called out in the fog or the dark, whenever a vessel came within sight of their carved, painted eyes.

The Yards were the one great sight of his birth island, a long stretch of busy industry as far as the eye could see, men and women assembling the bones of cutters like the one he’d been sailing these past thirty years. The ships of the Tall were famous. Many a great ship of the Fleet–Constitution, the seat of the government, came from the Yards, and so did the fastest ship on the Nine Seas, Courser. The poor doomed frigate Gulietta was a Tall’s ship, as was the craft that sank her, the stolen pirateer Bleedlove.

This comes from one of The Gales, a wip currently called “Losing Heart among the Tall.”

Picture pages – S.A.L.T.S. Day Sail on Pacific Grace

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As part of the research process for the books and stories I’m currently writing, I went to Victoria overnight so I could go sailing aboard a tall ship. The resulting pictures include a lot of close-up of the ship’s gear and rope.

But learning aside–and there was learning–it was a lovely opportunity to go out on a gorgeous old-style sailing vessel on what turned out to be a beautiful day. S.A.L.T.S. will take any member of its non-profit out once a year–their next scheduled sailings are in September. Have a look at their site and consider whether you might want to time travel!

Five Stages of Losing Your Keys in your Bra

Keynial – “They’re probably at the chiropractor’s. Let’s go back.”

Bargaining – “If we order a coffee and a cookie at Calabria instead of demanding to search the ladies’ room, they will be waiting for me here tomorrow, covered in Baristo-tude, when I show up for work.”

Anger – “What do you mean I haven’t got the spare keys back from the cat-sitter yet?”

Consumerism – “Here’s my VISA. Cut some new keys, oh deities of the hardware store. And while we’re at it, give me this bag that I TOTALLY don’t need.”

Anger redux – “They were in my bra all along? But I gave myself a full-chest patdown!! Twice!!”

Nap – “At least they weren’t riding around in there until bedtime.”

Aren’t you glad I spelled that out for you?