POV and Voice . POV. Jot down what you see . What is Point of View (POV)?. A short video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOVMM60Sm2c Based on very basic concept: things look different depending on who is doing the looking and what their vantage point is
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So it is a very big decision!
How to choose? See video clip-http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eoUhaj1nKyw
You were at the nightclub talking to a girl with a shaved head. The club is either Heartbreak or Lizard Lounge. All might come clear if you could just slip in…..
“He feels me watching him and lets go of my hand. Then, he takes his gum out, bundling its silver wrapper, and sticks it in the ashtray and crosses his arms. This means Im not supposed to observe him; I face front.”
“He was a cabdriver and she admired the curly back of his head. Still, she was surprised. He said he would pick her up again in about an hour and a half”
“The time of my end approaches. I have lately been subject to attacks of angina pectoris; and in the ordinary course of things, my physcian tells me, I may fairly hope that my life will not be protracted many months.”
The sound of a Story
Comes through in three ways:
Ex #1) 'Jill returned home late in the afternoon. She was tired and frustrated because after four job interviews in one day she was no closer to being employed. "Gosh," she thought. "At this rate I'll never find work and my money will run out and what will happen then?" She was afraid for her future.'
Ex# 2) 'Jill shoved open the apartment door and limped inside. Her feet were killing her. Blisters. Collapsed arches. Pressure points like burning embers on the ball of each foot. What on earth had possessed her to buy these shoes? All right, they looked smart with the suit, and looking smart in a job interview was rule number one, but after eight hours she was just about crippled. Eight hours, four interviews, and still no job. She kicked off the damn shoes and hobbled into the kitchen to fling open the fridge door and gloom into its brightly lit interior. Like Mother Hubbard's cupboard, it was bare. And while she could afford, just, to duck down the road to Woolies tonight, if she didn't find a job soon that option would be kaput. Forget food. She wouldn't be able to make the rent, and then what? Fear like a melting ice cube snaked its way down her spine.‘
I most certainly will not distance with you, I’ll see you in hell first. Why, thank you. I’d like to awfully, but I’m having labor pains. Oh, yes, do let’s dance together- it’s so nice to meet a man who isn’t a scaredy-cat about catching my beri-beri. No. There was nothing for me to do, but say I’d adore to. Well, we might as well get it over with. All right, Cannonball, let’s run out on the field. You won the toss; you can lead.
I remembered having read somewhere that the blind date didn’t smoke because, as speculation had it, they couldn’t see the smoke they exhaled. I thought I knew that much and that much only about blind people. But this bling man smoked his cigarette down to the nubbin and then lit another one.
"What are you doing?" Yossarian asked guardedly when he entered the tent, although he saw at once. "There's a leak here," Orr said. "I'm trying to fix it.“ "Please stop it," said Yossarian. "You're making me nervous.“ "When I was a kid," Orr replied, "I used to walk around all day with crab apples in my cheeks. One in each cheek.“ Yossarianput aside his musette bag from which he had begun removing his toilet articles and braced himself suspiciously. A minute passed. "Why?" he found himself forced to ask finally. Orr tittered triumphantly. "Because they're better than horse chestnuts," he answered.
Suddenly a weird, startling cry sounded in his very ears, and everything beneath him seemed to heave and tremble. He clutched the horse’s mane, yet found that too was quivering, while the cry grew ever more and more piercing.
Oliver Twist’s ninth birthday found him a pale, thin child, something diminutive in stature, and decidedly small in circumference. But nature of inheritance had implanted a good sturdy spirit in Oliver’s breast: it had had plenty of room to expand, thanks to the spare diet of the establishment; and perhaps to this circumstance may be attributed having any ninth birthday at all.
How voices are put together….