Perspective fascinates me. I love conversations with my brothers and sisters whenever we get together, the rehashing of our childhood, the recollections of who we were and what we did or how our parents related to us are often very different--sometimes a lot different! Who's right? Who's wrong? Who knows!
I decided within the last couple of weeks to change the narrative voice in my book, so I'm busy recrafting three chapters of work from third person into first.
How's it going? Slowly. It's much more challenging to do the switchover than I anticipated, and a lot of the difficulty is that change in perspective. Thoughts of a simple change of pronouns--one, two, three, viola!--have been replaced by the agony of rewriting whole portions to reflect a more limited point of view. Still, I've gone from observing my protagonist to being inside his head, and I got to say I'm liking the view. Unfortunately, getting there is like pulling teeth!
I love this quote from Mark Twain's Notebooks and Journals, vol 3:
"Dying man couldn't make up his mind which place to go to -- both have their advantages, "heaven for climate; hell for company!"
So there you go. It's all about perspective.
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