Telling/Showing Margga’s Curse from Vree Erickson’s perspective cut a lot of scenes from the original third person point of view version. This is now Vree’s journey—her story. Events will move quicker too now that other viewpoints have been omitted.
First-person stories are a bit too myopic for me, but I’ve been told it’s popular among young readers. It certainly has a long history. Storytelling, after all, is probably almost as old as human language and I suspect most of it was told in first person point of view. It’s a natural way of relating events that happened to us, which is likely why it’s a favorite way of writing among young authors, as well as a favorite way of reading among young readers.
Because my main character is a young adult, my story in all its forms has always been considered by the label makers as a young adult read. Be that as it may, I prefer to write in third person point of view, creating layers by exploring journeys made by other characters. Having many characters tell a story complicates the story structure, which makes it an unsuitable way to write stories for young adults. In this version of Margga’s Curse told in first person, I, the author, can only tell the story of what Vree Erickson, the narrator, experiences. But when the story was written in the third person omniscient narrative, I could imagine all points of view, reveal a lot of information, tell the story from different angles, or tell different stories that could be later drawn in to one overall plot.
Anyway, despite my grumblings about its limitations, I still had fun writing the story in first person POV.
Until next time, I hope you’re enjoying the story and will leave me comments.
MOM PARKED THE SUV ALONGSIDE a green and white Mayflower tractor-trailer that had moved our meager belongings donated by friends and various charity groups, as well as our few ones that had survived fire, smoke, and water damage. We were parked on a long, stone paved driveway on the left side of a white foursquare farmhouse trimmed in a vivid blue color that hurt my eyes to look at for more than a few seconds at a time. At the far end of the driveway, a two-car garage painted to match the house sat in front of us.