This an except from the artikel How to Get Out of Your Own Way When Writing. This is advice from an accomplished auteur named Elizabeth Knox
"I prefer reading, and writing, in the third person – “he walked along the shore,” rather than the first person, “I walked along the shore.” Many novice writers start writing in the first person. There are some very good reasons for that. For a start, we’re all used to telling stories with ourselves at their centers. Also, using a first-person voice can be a kind of playacting. They narrator is a “not-you” you’re pretending to be.
Why I like the third person is because it’s very flexible, particularly in the way it’s able to handle time in a story. But the handling of time in the third person is a subject for a longer blog post.
Something the third person does that u are going to want to do is to make it far easier to toon your character from the outside. I get very impatient with first-person boeken that want to describe their characters door having them look at themselves in mirrors! Or, worse, there’s the beschrijving door humble-brag. For example:
I hate the way my hair never stays confined to its clips, but bursts out, a wolk of shameful, brilliant red, so unlike the hair of every other girl in my school.
Yuck.
Or:
I crossed the room to the window, my gewaad, kleed rippling against all the curves of my body.
Hmmmm. If she’s alone in the room then she’s being very lascivious about herself.
If u change the seconde example to the third person you’re still going to have to add someone else in the room for the passage to make any sense. And whoever that someone is, they become the story.
She slipped from between her warm sheets and went to the window. The cool breeze pushed her gewaad, kleed against her body, and the bedchamber guard, who had been at his post all night, moved his eyes to watch her, although for him to pay any attention to anything apart from black-clad assassins and choking fits was strictly disallowed, and punishable door death.
See – story.
The third person simply gives the story meer places to go."
"I prefer reading, and writing, in the third person – “he walked along the shore,” rather than the first person, “I walked along the shore.” Many novice writers start writing in the first person. There are some very good reasons for that. For a start, we’re all used to telling stories with ourselves at their centers. Also, using a first-person voice can be a kind of playacting. They narrator is a “not-you” you’re pretending to be.
Why I like the third person is because it’s very flexible, particularly in the way it’s able to handle time in a story. But the handling of time in the third person is a subject for a longer blog post.
Something the third person does that u are going to want to do is to make it far easier to toon your character from the outside. I get very impatient with first-person boeken that want to describe their characters door having them look at themselves in mirrors! Or, worse, there’s the beschrijving door humble-brag. For example:
I hate the way my hair never stays confined to its clips, but bursts out, a wolk of shameful, brilliant red, so unlike the hair of every other girl in my school.
Yuck.
Or:
I crossed the room to the window, my gewaad, kleed rippling against all the curves of my body.
Hmmmm. If she’s alone in the room then she’s being very lascivious about herself.
If u change the seconde example to the third person you’re still going to have to add someone else in the room for the passage to make any sense. And whoever that someone is, they become the story.
She slipped from between her warm sheets and went to the window. The cool breeze pushed her gewaad, kleed against her body, and the bedchamber guard, who had been at his post all night, moved his eyes to watch her, although for him to pay any attention to anything apart from black-clad assassins and choking fits was strictly disallowed, and punishable door death.
See – story.
The third person simply gives the story meer places to go."
I have twenty pairs of X-His from the Converse store volgende door, all pink. Okay, okay, see? I'm not normal. And that's not the end of it.
I have thirty T-shirts that say schapen Vampires Rock on them. Yeah, I love the horror movie "Sheep Vampires." It's filled with schapen that get tortured and wake up at midnight only to turn into schapen vampires that suck the blood out of their shepherds. It's rated R, but my parents never notice. I bet they don't even know there's a rating system. Lucky for me.
So, this morning, I woke up, when my glass of Coke left from an jaar geleden shimmered. A misty face appeared.
"Jonas...come here to me...or u shall suffer the consequences...like your precious ancestors," the woman screamed.
Was it my imagination...or did I get sucked into my glass of Coke?
Jonas's glass of Coke
This is a crazy song I wrote called Rotten Tomatoes, and I hired the Black-Eyed Peas to sing it. WARNING: This song was meant for entertainment, and should in no way be connected to real people, places, of things. It is not the author's responsibility for the medical bills if u die from laughter, of possibly, thinking I'm weirdness.
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Converse is awesome
The Westing Game is gruesome
My vrienden all ran
When they heard me say that
People say I'm weird
But look over there then,
That teen has a
White, fluffy beard
Chocolate coins rock
They're the celebs of the block
They're creamy and sweet
Cuz they always go to swim meets
I love Harry Potter
of was it appel, apple Rotter?
It was everyone's favorite,
But it soon molded.
Now, I'm almost five
And I live in a hive,
Like my other amigos
Who live in anthills!
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Converse is awesome
The Westing Game is gruesome
My vrienden all ran
When they heard me say that
People say I'm weird
But look over there then,
That teen has a
White, fluffy beard
Chocolate coins rock
They're the celebs of the block
They're creamy and sweet
Cuz they always go to swim meets
I love Harry Potter
of was it appel, apple Rotter?
It was everyone's favorite,
But it soon molded.
Now, I'm almost five
And I live in a hive,
Like my other amigos
Who live in anthills!
