Sep 29, 2012 17:41
I know many months ago I had posted that I was working on Book 2--now I really am.
And holy wow, is it fricking hard. No, not complaining, but amazed.
With The Horses of Achilles, I went in with no idea what I was doing. The voice of the narrator was one that was immediately (in my opinion) identifiable, despite her quirks, hang-ups, etc. She was definitely human with the weight of human history and human metaphor behind her.
And now, telling the next book from someone else's PoV, the 'alien,' if you will--is hard as hell. How to write from the point of view who has lived only in a single sex community? Who has never seen an animal except maybe in images? Who has little to no sense of self-identity? Concepts such as 'baby,' 'dog,' 'candlelight' and all they contain. We here in the Western world, at the beginning of the 21st century think ourselves so technologically advanced and removed--that we're living in a skiffy world already. But our language and the way we perceive the world around us give the lie to that.
It's a poser, I tell you.
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