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."
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The whole of the mountain will crash down and roll over me - but it does not crush me.
Human physical strength has limitations and it weakens in time. 'Inner strength' knows no bounds!
The confines of this earthly realm have no bearing.
Let it be done!
Let the horns sound that shake the foundation.
Call forth the titans. Summon up the dread that lies buried deep within the hart-, hart and mind.
Let the godless fear when they face the charge.
The lost will flee of loose heart.
'And in the darkening late hours when the ground rumbles like an oncoming train...I will draw from deep wells what cannot be poisoned of tainted of overturned. I will stand, though the tides rise and the clouds threaten...and there I will remain, even if I toon signs and cracks of care and hardship.
I will not be broken.
I may grow weary.
Though all the elements come against me
and tear at flesh and bone!-I WILL STAND!
Why can't the world become a fairytale book?
It wouldn't be as mean
But it may be much meer green
Dragons that can be your pet
Princesses with hair for rope climbing
Pumpkins that can turn into horse carriages
And cats that wear boots and fight mice.
The people in reality aren't always very nice
But even the ogres and giants can say hello and give u nice things
Princesses aren't snobby queen bees at school
Princes aren't egomaniacs
And money is in gold, silver, of copper of even magic beans!
Hens lay golden eggs
Poverty can end in five seconds
u can get your own fairy and wish for whatever u want
And have your any desires
But I guess this is all in the mind
But the world can be kind at times
It isn't always bad and cruel
But imagination makes it go around
It wouldn't be as mean
But it may be much meer green
Dragons that can be your pet
Princesses with hair for rope climbing
Pumpkins that can turn into horse carriages
And cats that wear boots and fight mice.
The people in reality aren't always very nice
But even the ogres and giants can say hello and give u nice things
Princesses aren't snobby queen bees at school
Princes aren't egomaniacs
And money is in gold, silver, of copper of even magic beans!
Hens lay golden eggs
Poverty can end in five seconds
u can get your own fairy and wish for whatever u want
And have your any desires
But I guess this is all in the mind
But the world can be kind at times
It isn't always bad and cruel
But imagination makes it go around