With my newest novel it's been writing the female lead way of narration because my poetic way of narration doesn't suit her. I've had to adapt my narration style to better suit this new lead's personality and it was a tricky process, but fun too. I got some advice from different people on what it's like seeing the world without an emotional response to it, and I think I've managed to rewrite my narration style (feels like rewriting my muscle memory lol) into a way that suits her well now.
I reread the novel segment three times, muttering under my breath.
I rearrange the emphasis, try to sound it out and find a way of inflecting that makes it sound more interesting than it is, but each time it just oozes more cliche.
I canât begin to imagine how Iâm supposed to clean this up without sending Miss Lay into another fit. My smallest suggestion is met with a two hour argument. The most glaring issues become soap boxes where she insists that her âmasterpieceâ is âbetterâ with every red flag and run on sentence.
âI pray thee, my dear lady, this worthless frame needs no other nourishment than your honeyed words, and cherry-colored lips,â Tiff is reading aloud from her computer between shrieks of screamy laughter.
âIs it possible that Caroline could use a word other than âstupidâ to refer to Harryâs flowers?â
I mark down a dozen awkward sentences, each line of dialog and narration that feels too âclunkyâ when read aloud. Then, I stare at my screen and try to dismiss them.
I canât have any more arguments.
I canât tell if my head is thumping or burning, but I have too much work to do to do anything about that.