Changes in Plans

 

Recently, I realised I was getting stuck at random places. My brain was not giving me ideas to fuel three perspectives; diary entry, first person, and third person.

I made it an order, diary entry, first person, third person. But then, I needed to get a POV from someone else. In this case, Percy, my Main Character's brother and helper, needed a point of view of his own. 

I debated with myself, if I should give it to him, and I did, I gave it and then began testing with third and first person (it's all in my writing journal) and I gave him the opportunity to express his points through first person. I'm busy doing that now, it's hard you bet - to have to rewrite some other stuff.

So we've got four perspectives in total, two third persons and two one persons. OH why does it look so odd to write "persons". Is it even a thing?

Whatever, I'll give ye' a bit of random writing. 

"The day after Bessie finally woke up, Bessie died. It happened so quickly, like the blowing of a candle. I felt the moment it happened. That body that was finally blooming into life stopped and went cold. Percy and Dad went outside for some work. Mum was sitting with her hand to the sky, filled with hope and worry. I was near Bessie, my arms twitched when life had left her body. Mum noticed it too. The machine that monitored her heart was getting low until it finally stopped bringing up spikes and lay down into a cold hard line.

Mum’s head snapped into attention and she looked at the machine. I was too scared to move. I held Bessie’s lifeless body. Mum gave out a piercing shriek that made me flinch into where I was. The doctor wasn’t sure how to react either. Mum was sobbing and screaming but Me, the doctor and Bessie didn’t move. Not like I expected Bessie to move.

The door opened. Dad and Percy appeared. Dad, knowing now what had just taken place, slumped down and began to sob. He held Bessie’s hand and stroked her hair. 

My heart suddenly filled with rage. We could have saved her earlier if Mum and Dad started to investigate earlier and didn’t bother to leave to Large Men. What did these tears make? Bessie was dead. Just simply dead."

I cringe reading this because I wrote this not so long ago and thought it was the most beautiful and touching piece of writing and I think I was so ridiculous to think of it.  

A little notification to end this, I'm traveling on Monday, and so I might do a traveling post.

Until then,

Naba