Random Writing Issue:
I've come to a realization. My wip has four pov's. This is horrific. Or somehow okay. I don't know how it happened, and I'm hoping-- severely hoping-- that at least the guy's pov turns out to be some side-thing I can just cut when the whole story's finished. I severely don't think a book with four pov's is wise. But no matter how hard I try to keep it to the MC and the two side characters who are also integral, the MC's love interest keeps dragging himself in every few chapters. Am I over-stressing? Has anyone read a YA that has four pov's (all in third person past tense, nothing tricky going on there at least)? The Wicked Lovely books come to mind... I remember Aislynn, Keenan, and that winter girl at least... but, is this a stupid way to write my book? Am I setting myself up for heinous revisions later and will I regret giving four characters a voice??
Maybe only my crit partners can tell me for sure, but if possible I'd rather know now, before finishing the whole story. Weigh in, pretty please... I need some guidance.
Some Further Randomness:
Frankie Writes has an incredible book giveaway celebrating her 200 followers!
Sara McClung has an awesome book giveaway celebrating her 100 followers!
Courtney at Critique This presents a Love at First Sight Blogfest! Sign up and let the swooning begin!
And don't forget to enter for a critique by two agented authors at the Shooting Stars contest!
Shelli at Market My Words has an interview with agent Nathan Bransford!
And speaking of Nathan, the Nathan Bransford's Teen Diary Contest ends today at 4pm Pacific!
The KidLit contest for an agent critique is still going strong!
The mysterious Agency Gatekeeper (AG) is hosting a contest, and not only can you win a copy of Sense and Sensibility and Sea Monsters, everyone wins when she reviews a published book on her blog. She already did this with Shiver, fun and informative stuff!
And here is something from Rachelle Gardner that is worth reading. Over and over and over again until I get it through my thick skull. You might not be here yet.
Some Random Ramblings on Potty Training:
My two year old began his adventure on the potty train yesterday. Technically he "started" in October when we stuck his potty in the bathroom and began the process of brain washing and mind manipulation that would hopefully lead to his "training". Here's what we did while the potty gathered a thick layer of dust:
- We set the DVR to record episodes of any kids' shows having to do with toilets. Blue Uses the Potty was a hit. MTV's Jackass was not. Unless you ask my husband. Result? Although Blue made him clap and cheer, he did not go near his potty.
- We bought books... tons and tons of books! Elmo Uses the Potty, Once Upon a Potty, Everybody Poops... there are at least a dozen books on our bookshelf about using the toilet. Result? The little guy seems thoroughly confused about himself, his body, and our choice in literature. Still didn't want to have anything to do with the potty.
- We showered the older siblings with ridiculous amounts of praise whenever they went to the bathroom. Result? The eight-year-old daughter thinks we're gross. The five year old son slams the bathroom door behind him now and says, "The bathroom is for my privacy!" And our two-year-old, who was unimpressed with their efforts, still wouldn't sit on that potty.
- We had Mickey Mouse (our son's hero) go on the potty. A lot. We have Mickey M&M's. We cheered! Result? It took me a while to figure out why my son kept saying, "Mickey splashy! Mickey splashy!" Can you guess? Oh yeah, Mickey was in the actual toilet, and when I fished him out, my two-year-old said, "Good job."
Yesterday, however, everything changed. I decided to take a new approach. The sink-or-swim, I guess. I took the diapers off of him-- for reals-- and let the accidents happen where they may. The results?
He had two accidents. Both times he'd stare at himself, calling, "I spill... Mommy I spill..." Both times I reminded him about the potty. The third time I saw him looking antsy and I told him to sit. Can you believe it? He actually did it! He sat and went!
Two accidents so far, both times he said, "I spill! Oh nooooo... ohhhhhh wellllll," almost like a valley girl. I think he's mocking me. But I totally do NOT sound like a valley girl.
I'm tired already, but determined. So fiercely determined. I did it with the first two, so theoretically, my son's resistance is futile. Yet he mocks me... look at him over there, with that sweet little grin as he hovers near but not ON the potty. Something tells me this is going to be harder than I think.
A Disturbing Lesson Learned:
I need to share this. So I saw this cute tiger cartoon on Youtube about going potty. It looked at least as harmless as all the other books and videos I'd shown him, so I called my son over to watch. Note to self... incredibly important note to self: always pre-screen before automatically showing cartoons to kids. It turned out to be a Japanese cartoon that went from cute to weird to traumatic (for me at least, my son thought it was funny) in much less than the two minutes and thirty-five second run time. And the end... oh the bizarre, horrifying end! I almost put it on the Coaster so you guys could see-- it's hysterical in a sick way (except the end. That's just vile)-- but I couldn't bring myself to do it. If enough of you use comment peer-pressure I may change my mind... yick, I don't know... look it up for yourselves if you dare.
I'm editing this because, maybe it all wasn't as random as I first thought. Is there an analogy for my writing in all of this? Maybe, like potty training, all the writing books and advice from author websites or even from agents can't substitute sitting down and physically writing my book. Maybe I need to pull off the diapers and just write.