lackluster post

Yesterday I received my first official rejection email for a short story I wrote.  It was from The Missouri Review, and the editor who sent it was very kind.  Having read and re-read the story many times, I’m aware of its faults.  Specifically, I have a problem with point-of-view.  I tend to want to write from what they call “third person limited,” meaning the narrator is supposed to be just over the shoulder of a particular character, seeing his, her, or its thoughts but no one else’s.  However, I keep slipping into other people’s heads.

I’m all for experimental art, and this idea of fluidly slipping in and out of different characters’ heads is interesting.  However, if I’m not aware that I’m doing that, it leads to sloppy and confusing writing.

So, I intend on re-working this story, giving it two distinct and deliniated points of view.  But you don’t want to know about all that.  You want to know about my bowel movements.  Well, I just got off of a week of high-pressured hell of the family variety; my brain isn’t working well.  I’m sorry I don’t have anything more spectacular than P.O.V.-talk.