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First Person VS Third Person (POV)

First Person vs Third Person

Point of View (POV). The point of view simply means from who’s eyes the story is being told. Point of view can sometimes be difficult, because we tend to want to speak from a first person point of view, meaning using I or we. However, when telling a story, the first person point of view is mostly reserved for biographical types of information, or occasional interjection.

Having said that, the first person point of view can be good for non-fiction and teaching. Using personal experience and letting people know what you experienced and how it made you feel can create a bond between the reader and the writer. Using personal stories with the “I” point of view can be an excellent way of writing non-fiction and creating teaching materials.

Who’s Going to Tell Your Story?

The whole concept of Point of View is about who is going to tell your story. Choosing who will tell your story will make a big difference when it comes to the story itself.

The Second Person Point of View

So often we talk about first person and third person that we can forget that there is a second person. What is the second person point of view? Well, second person is something that you use all the time. You use it when you say “you.” That second person can be used when an interactive feel in needed. When you want to place your readers in the story as the main character. It isn’t something that can really be used with a novel, but can work well with a video game or interactive story.

The Third Person Point of View

The third person point of view is characterized by he, she and they. It is the typical point of view of most novels. Usually you need a story teller. That can be a character in the story, where every event, every feeling, every decision is made from the point of view of that character. This is a typical story telling feature. The protagonist doesn’t necessarily need to be the narrator or story teller. The story can be told from one of the minor characters point of view. Where they tend to express their thoughts or feelings about the protagonist and the action in the story.

In larger volumes, there may be several main characters. Different chapters can be written from the view point of each of these characters. Each character takes his or her turn with narrating the story. This type of expression works well with larger stories that have many points of interaction.

Using a Narrator

Sometimes the story calls for a narrator that is not part of the story. A narrator is usually a third party and might have more knowledge or insight than any of the characters. This type of arrangement works well for stories that the main character is purposefully unknown or perhaps discovered as the story unfolds. The narrator may have his own motives and may not have all of the knowledge or may purposefully skew the information in favor of a character or group. This constitutes a condition known as the unreliable narrator, where the narrator tries to persuade the reader to some opinion that may not even be logical.

Conclusion

Point of view will color everything about the story. Telling the story from the main character’s point of view or from a secondary person’s point of view will determine how events will flow and what the outcomes will be. Choosing the point of view may limit what can be told or described because the character or narrator may not have all of the information or may have ulterior motives for telling the story in a less than truthful way. Choosing a point of view and who will be telling the story is an important part of the progression of a novel and shouldn’t be left to chance. Make that choice and let it be a strong part of your story.

Keep up the good work writing.

Dean

Breaking Silence (Now in Paperback)

Now in Paperback!!

In every story there’s always something that happens, that makes a person question who they are. In life there are ups and downs, romance and big fights. This is a story that has all of those things, but I want to focus on the things that people don’t really like to talk about, the sad stuff, the points in life that people tend to ignore, or want to forget, or even skip over completely. That is what I want to focus on, because everyone goes through it, even if they deny it. 

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Chapter 1: The Meeting

 

My parents always taught me to be nice and smile at everyone, I had no idea it could completely change someone’s life.

 

Day 1:

The sound of my alarm clock blasting, once again, woke me up from my comfy bed. I looked at the time and it said it was six o’ clock, “if the sun’s not up yet, then why do I have to be?” I wondered as I lazily got out of bed and stretched. I put on jeans, a dark blue t-shirt, and my favorite Converse shoes. I raked through my dark hair, snagging on the ends that reached to the middle of my back. I hurried down the stairs and said goodbye to my mom, grabbing a granola bar on the way. Then jumped in my little blue jeep, and raced down the road.

The day went by in a blur; it was your classic high school that had boring white walls, with black soldier like lockers that lined the hallways. It had everything in it, that a normal school did; snotty cheerleaders, big jocks, and book nerds. I, however, wasn’t a cheerleader or a nerd; I just kind of blended in. People chatted before the bell rang to go to class, some people stood in a big crowd, others sat on the ground along the lockers. I tried not to draw attention to myself as I squeezed past the groups; I wasn’t very tall so people could easily squash me if I wasn’t careful.

I was a senior this year and I was looking forward to the only thing a senior looks forward to…graduation. I still had a while before that, but it was the only motivation I had, so I was sticking to it.

 

I finally made it to my class before lunch, English with Mrs. Tate. “Alright class, we’re switching seats.” Mrs. Tate said in a light tone. She was a quirky little lady, in her late forties with short blonde hair, and black square framed glasses that always seemed to bounce when she laughed. “Please sit where I call your name.”

She went down the rows saying names, when she got to the middle of the room, I heard my name. I stood up and was walking to my new seat, but stopped dead, when I saw the person that was about to be my new neighbor. It was Christian Lazarr, he moved here at the beginning of the year and everybody thought he was scary looking. He was tall and muscular, with pale skin, and dark black hair that hung in his ice cold blue eyes. He always wore black, and no one had ever heard him talk, and I mean no one.

I slowly sat down but he didn’t say anything, he didn’t even acknowledge me. He just stared at the desk; I could see why people were afraid of him. A voice inside my head told me maybe I should talk to him, but I instantly shook the thought away. There was no way I was going to talk to him, he could’ve been that creepy guy who murders you in the woods when your car won’t start. But a part of me wondered if he was lonely, he was scary looking but even scary people got lonely sometimes…right?

Breaking Silence by Kellee Giles (Hot new E-book)

In every story there’s always something that happens, that makes a person question who they are. In life there are ups and downs, romance and big fights. This is a story that has all of those things, but I want to focus on the things that people don’t really like to talk about, the sad stuff, the points in life that people tend to ignore, or want to forget, or even skip over completely. That is what I want to focus on, because everyone goes through it, even if they deny it. 

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Chapter 1: The Meeting

 

My parents always taught me to be nice and smile at everyone, I had no idea it could completely change someone’s life.

 

Day 1:

The sound of my alarm clock blasting, once again, woke me up from my comfy bed. I looked at the time and it said it was six o’ clock, “if the sun’s not up yet, then why do I have to be?” I wondered as I lazily got out of bed and stretched. I put on jeans, a dark blue t-shirt, and my favorite Converse shoes. I raked through my dark hair, snagging on the ends that reached to the middle of my back. I hurried down the stairs and said goodbye to my mom, grabbing a granola bar on the way. Then jumped in my little blue jeep, and raced down the road.

The day went by in a blur; it was your classic high school that had boring white walls, with black soldier like lockers that lined the hallways. It had everything in it, that a normal school did; snotty cheerleaders, big jocks, and book nerds. I, however, wasn’t a cheerleader or a nerd; I just kind of blended in. People chatted before the bell rang to go to class, some people stood in a big crowd, others sat on the ground along the lockers. I tried not to draw attention to myself as I squeezed past the groups; I wasn’t very tall so people could easily squash me if I wasn’t careful.

I was a senior this year and I was looking forward to the only thing a senior looks forward to…graduation. I still had a while before that, but it was the only motivation I had, so I was sticking to it.

 

I finally made it to my class before lunch, English with Mrs. Tate. “Alright class, we’re switching seats.” Mrs. Tate said in a light tone. She was a quirky little lady, in her late forties with short blonde hair, and black square framed glasses that always seemed to bounce when she laughed. “Please sit where I call your name.”

She went down the rows saying names, when she got to the middle of the room, I heard my name. I stood up and was walking to my new seat, but stopped dead, when I saw the person that was about to be my new neighbor. It was Christian Lazarr, he moved here at the beginning of the year and everybody thought he was scary looking. He was tall and muscular, with pale skin, and dark black hair that hung in his ice cold blue eyes. He always wore black, and no one had ever heard him talk, and I mean no one.

I slowly sat down but he didn’t say anything, he didn’t even acknowledge me. He just stared at the desk; I could see why people were afraid of him. A voice inside my head told me maybe I should talk to him, but I instantly shook the thought away. There was no way I was going to talk to him, he could’ve been that creepy guy who murders you in the woods when your car won’t start. But a part of me wondered if he was lonely, he was scary looking but even scary people got lonely sometimes…right?

Engaging Reading, Dragons and Magic

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The Allure of the Trap

“Daddy, what are they doing?” asked Junior as he peered intently at the figures in the viewer.
“They are trying to make fire, little one”
“They don’t know how!” exclaimed Junior.
“They are primitive, son. Now be quiet, it is almost time.” Devon moved his head closer to the viewer and stared more intently at the center of the activity.  He could see that the fuels had been separated and were neatly contained.  The entire atmosphere felt completely austere.

“The humans have out done themselves.” he snarled.  “The fuels are so well separated and contained that there is no hope of a sustained fire. But, perhaps, if they are treated to a little spark, they may add more fuels and we could have a little blaze after all.” Devon struggled in front of the viewer, focusing his thoughts.  “No, no, NO!  It is hopeless. The fuels are so devoid of impurities, I can’t seem to align even a few atoms. Ooooh! It is so frustrating!”
“Daddy. Why can’t they just use their thoughts to make the fire?” asked Junior.
“They have puny little brains, they can’t project their thoughts at all.  They are very inferior.  Now go play, I am tired of all of the questions”
Devon jumped as a deep voice echoed through the room, “Observing the humans again, Devon?”  Devon spun towards the sound of the voice.
“Oh, Galaru, I didn’t hear you come in.  Yes, I am…observing them.”
“So, Devon, if these humans are inferior as you just mentioned, why do you keep watching them as if they might solve all of our world’s problems?”
“They just might, Galaru.”  Devon lifted his eyebrows to emphasize his point.
“Bah! What could the humans possibly teach us?” questioned Galaru.
“You know that there was once a fire-bridge that connected our world to the human world.”

“So I hear.” responded Galaru, “But I don’t know it for a fact.”
“It is not fiction. I have spent some years combing the records. It existed.”
“So you have found references to the fire-bridge in the historical accounts?” asked Galaru.
Devon answered carefully, “Yes, I have, although it is obvious that most of the references have been removed or destroyed.”
“What!  Removed or destroyed!” exclaimed Galaru.
“Contain your surprise, my friend.  It was done by the Elders long ago to hide their complicity in the war that resulted.” Devon contemplated on the role of the Elders, who destroyed the bridge because it threatened their control.  “You know there is only one viewer that shows any other world other than our own.  That is because, when the bridge existed, one of our forefathers placed the transmitter to the viewer there.  How else could it have gotten there?”
Galaru thought in silence pondering the meaning of Devon’s revelation. “Yes, I suppose that is the best explanation, but for all of these years, why hasn’t the bridge been rebuilt?”
Devon smiled condescendingly. “Because the humans can’t make the type of fire needed on the other side of the bridge. Oh, they have combustion fire that they use everywhere, but the kind of fire that fuels our fire-bridges is foreign to them. They are very close to producing it, they call it ‘cold fusion’”.

“Cold fusion?” gasped Galaru.

Devon laughed, “Why, even the very name of it is another testament of their inferior thinking.  Imagine, a fire that burns as hot as a sun, and they call it ‘cold’. Oh, I will never understand them.”

Galaru wondered aloud, “If the humans can’t make fire—then how did the bridge get there in the first place?”

Devon shrugged, “The speculation is that the original occurred naturally, perhaps as the result of a meteor striking the face of the planet and beginning a self-sustaining reaction.”

“Why do the humans struggle so much to make such a simple thing as fire?” asked Galaru.
“The puny-brained humans cannot see the structure of the atoms, they can’t align them with their minds and bring them together naturally to create the spark needed to begin the process.  Once the reaction is started, it would be self-sustaining, provided sufficient fuel were present.”

Devon focused on the viewer again and explained to Galaru, “When they are close enough, through the viewer, I can help them out a little.  I can align a precious few atoms for them, but the heat of the fire destroys their setup most every time.  They also keep the deuterium and the other resources contained so that the reaction has no chance of becoming self-sustaining.  So the burst of fire is so short lived that I can do no more than watch and curse.”
Galaru smiled a devilish smile, “So you ‘tempt’ them with success, however small it may be?”
Devon nodded. “Exactly. At every opportunity. There are many groups working on this cold-fusion scattered around their world.”
“How do you know where to look with the viewer to observe it at the critical times?”
“That is a gift from the viewer’s makers.  It must have been tuned to the original fire-bridge so that whenever the combination of atoms begins to make the precursors to fire, the viewer is pulled there immediately. I’m able to save the coordinates to look again at a future date. When there is nothing eminent to observe, the viewer is passive and I can will it to view whatever I want.”
“So,” mused Galaru, “they continue their search because of what you promise them in these fleeting moments of success?”

Devon chuckled. “So it seems.”

“Tell me, Devon, have they any chance of creating the fire?”
Devon nodded as he spoke, “They are clever, Galaru, I hold out hope for them in their quest.”

“Well, I wish you luck in your quest as well, old friend.”  After a bit of a pause, Galaru continued.  “I came over today with a bit more on my mind than just to reflect on your research, Devon.”

“I assumed as much,” responded Devon.

Galaru stood up straight and assumed an official air.  “Since you are a Chancellor to the Council of Elders, I have come to request that you sponsor my project to ‘grow’ our own herds and flocks in an attempt to make the animal populations larger on our world.”  Galaru also added, “This would not detract from what you are doing at all, Devon.”

Devon looked troubled, “I haven’t decided if I am in favor of that plan yet. How could I agree to sponsor it?”

“But Devon, my plan is practical, it has a chance of stemming the growing need.”

Devon snarled, “So you are saying that my plan is impractical?”

“No, no.  It’s just full of variables that we can’t control.  Human variables, Devon.  I know that without your support I can’t even get to present to the Elders. Come with me so I can present to the Elders.”  In a smooth and rehearsed voice Galaru persuaded, “At least come outside now, you haven’t been out in weeks.”

Devon sighed, “Very well, I’ll come outside with you Galaru, but I still haven’t made up my mind to support you in this.”

Outside in the glaring sun, Devon sighed again as he looked over his world, it seemed so barren compared to what he had been looking at in the viewer.  They walked for a time in silence. Devon stopped suddenly in his tracks.  “I can’t do this Galaru, our people are hunters, not farmers or herdsmen!  If we stoop to tending flocks we will be no better than those humans.”

“We can still hunt the raised animals, we can release them into the wild, it will be no different—except there will be a larger supply of animals”

Devon motioned with his hands, “That’s not all, though, the Elders will have their hands in this you know.  They will tell us when we can eat and what we can eat.  We will be slaves on our own world.”

“But we will still be able to live here, on our world, and raise our families, Devon! It won’t be as bad as all that.”  Galaru had raised his voice and was yelling.

“I won’t do it!” Devon yelled in response and began to turn around. “I won’t lower our people to become mere farmers.”

Galaru stopped Devon, “Well, if you won’t support me,  perhaps, the next Chancellor that I find will also be interested in your attempts to rebuild the fire bridge into the human world.  Understanding the elder’s hand in destroying it long ago, it may not go so well for you if they were to find out.”

Devon’s face clouded, “Are you threatening me?” he asked.

“Whatever it takes to get to the Council of Elders,” replied Galaru.

“You don’t have the stomach for this confrontation, Galaru.” chortled Devon.

Galaru roared, and swung a short, but muscular, and taloned hand at Devon.  It connected, ripping open a line of scaled skin on Devon’s cheek.  Devon jerked to one side and flipped his massive tail, attempting to take the legs out from under Galaru.  Devon’s quick response showed that he was not entirely caught off guard by Galaru’s sudden attack.  Galaru shifted his weight and took the brunt of the attack to the side of his body. Devon turned and extended his giant wings, he began to crouch for launching into the air. Galaru was waiting for this opportunity.  He launched himself at Devon, but not directly at his body, Galaru landed squarely on one of Devon’s outstretched wings.

Devon opened his gaping jaws and spewed scorching fire at Galaru, who had his wing pinned to the ground.  The fire enveloped Galaru, but his tough scaled exterior protected him sufficiently, and he walked up Devon’s wing, moving behind Galaru’s head to avoid a direct fire attack to his own head and face.  Devon roared, cranking up the intensity of the fire billowing out of his mouth, but he found himself at a great disadvantage.  Galaru clamped his massive jaws onto the base of Devon’s narrowing neck and began to apply pressure.  Devon stopped struggling and in a hoarse whisper blurted out, “just get it over with!”

Galaru released his hold and disengaged, with his head bowed, he humbly begged. “Forgive me, Devon, I just lost my temper, that’s all. I had hoped to blackmail you into supporting me, and I was wrong.”

Devon’s wrinkled face twisted into a smile.  “So you are a Dragon after all, Galaru, hot tempered, rash, and devious, all of the Dragon traits that I admire most. For my part in this, I only wanted to start a quarrel, because I hoped that you might disable me in the scuffle and take my place as Chancellor to the Council of Elders, then I could devote my time to this fire-bridge.  However, I underestimated you. Why didn’t you end my life and take my place as Chancellor when you had the chance?”

“Of course, it crossed my mind.  That course of action would have gotten me what I wanted, a chance to present to the Council of Elders—but my life would have been short and miserable afterwards, being the smallest and youngest Chancellor, I would have had to contend with every Dragon wanting the honor of a Chancellorship.”

Devon nodded his head, “you are wise, Galaru, you think things through better than most of us.  I will be proud to represent you to the Elders.”

Galaru beamed. “Thank you.” he replied with sudden relief. Then Galaru looked at Devon questioningly.

“If you don’t mind me asking, Devon, what will you do if you can help the humans recreate the fire-bridge?”

Well, first we will send enough Dragons through the bridge to secure it from the humans and from any meddling by the Elders, and then we will test the accuracy of the history books.”

“What do you mean?” asked Galaru.

“Well, we will find out if the humans are as tasty as they are clever.” responded Devon.

The sound of raucous laughter rang through the streets as the two walked towards the fire-bridge that would bring them to the Council of Elders.

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Are You Struggling For Book Ideas?

Every writer struggles from time to time with collecting the right ideas for books that they want to write.

Wouldn’t it be amazing if you could quickly find those ideas, and know up front that the books you write about those ideas would have the best chances of being popular?

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What if you had simple ways to kick-start your own creativity and insight, pulling up amazing ideas for publication?

I used to agonize over which ideas to pursue, and usually had plenty of remorse for not selecting the “other” idea, because the ones that I chose just didn’t give me any good results.

I finally found a couple of secrets that made finding and selecting great book ideas so much easier.

The first one is that popular books spring from popular ideas. Just think about it. If you are trying to start a “new” conversation, there really aren’t that many people tuned into that new idea or listening to that new channel. However, when you are able to add relevant thoughts and ideas to the “current” conversation, there are a lot more people willing to lend an ear.

In the book, Discover Book Ideas, you will learn how to find those conversations. How to discover what book topics are popular, and how to add your personal style and flare to make your book unique and amazing.

The second secret is that each person has relevant interests, knowledge, and skills that other people need and want. Discover Book Ideas will help your self-discovery of what you already have to offer. It will also help you find other people with the same interests and teach you how to get in front of those who really NEED what you have to teach them.

It has been said that everyone has a book inside of them. The reality is that it probably several books. You have so much to offer. Discover the right book ideas, and let your own personal creativity produce something worth spreading the word about.

dbi

 

 

Writing a Step by Step Book

Everyone wants to write faster. Everyone wants their book to be useful and praised. Everyone wants to be on the best seller list.

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But sometimes it is difficult to move from the wants to, to the actually happening column.

The reality is that writing a book needs to have a step by step plan. It needs some concrete goals and tasks. Write a Step by Step book lays out your plan in a concrete manner. It gives you the right model for finding a subject to write about, writing the book, publishing the book and marketing the book.

The biggest problem that most authors face is that the task is too daunting, so it takes them a loooooong time to get anything down on paper. The checklist and the detailed instructions let anyone with the desire to write a book, get right in the there and get it done.

No more writer’s block, no more wondering what to put down, this will kick-start your creativity and your productivity.

Finally find your grove and get your book written.

Write a Step-by-Step Book, By Dean R. Giles.

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