Friday, December 2
What the Hell is "pov"?
Trust and Betrayal. That was the first novel I ever finished. It took me ten years to write. That's ten years I'll never get back. The heroine was perfect, had two perfect children and was dull as dishwater. When she wasn't being a bitch to her ex-husband. The hero was perfect to the point of being bizarre. He owned a restaurant, could cook, was artistic, gorgeous without being conceited and never lost patience with the heroine, even when she was being a bitch to him.
I thought I had written a masterpiece. I even entered it in the Golden Heart. (I'm hanging my head in shame now.)
I figured while I waited for my perfect scores, I'd submit it to a critique loop I'd discovered. Imagine my surprise to find my masterpiece was mastercrap. One critiquer said there was so many problems, she wasn't going to crit it, just comment. She said all I did was "tell." I was all about the telling. I had no idea what she was talking about. Several others made the same comment. One person said my pov was all over the place. "Pov?" I couldn't figure out what the hell "pov" was. I thought it was a word. I had several comments on my story and still didn't know what was wrong with it. I was ready to throw in the towel.
Then, here comes Sharon Cullen. She started off with, "Everyone 'told' you what was wrong with your chapter, now I'm going to 'show' you. She went through the chapter and pointed out my mistakes and explained why they were mistakes. Going to always be grateful to her for that.
I realized the story was beyond repair, so I started on something totally different. With the help of my cp's, several workshops, and interactions on-line with other writers, I was able to write a good story. It comes out in January. Now I'm on my third novel with three more waiting to be finished. I still sometimes fall into bad habits. Word repetition, passive writing, pov slips. But at least now I know it when I see it.
BTW. My Golden Heart scores were 3, 3, and 6. Couldn't believe I got a six. Maybe someone took pity on me. So there it is folks. The hell of my first finished novel.