Point of View
"Why do people think it's from the writer's point of view if something is in first person?"
Audrey blinked and looked up from her notebook. Christy was sitting on the recliner, a few feet away from Audrey's perch on the couch, and she frowned as she scribbled at her own notebook. As she replied, Audrey shrugged doodled in the corner of her margin.
"I don't know. I guess because if it is from the writer's point of view, of course they'll use first person. Why?"
Christy sighed and set her pen and paper down on the coffee table. "Yeah, I guess so. It's just kind of annoying, is all. What if I just want to use first person?"
Audrey shrugged again. "Just use first person, then."
"Yeah, but—" Christy pursed her lips— "what if the topic's, like…weird, or something? Like, what if it's all depressing, or romantic, or something like that?"
Audrey paused before responding. "You know, I think the kind of people who assume you're saying that about yourself are the kinds of people who do write that kind of stuff from their point of view. Like, the people who are always upset about things or write self-insert romances, you know?"
"Well, yeah, but I'm not! And I don't want to get lumped in with that," Christy groaned. "Especially on the self-insert romance thing; that's just creepy."
"Well…fair point, I guess." Audrey idly tapped her chin with the flat end of her pen. "Still, it says more about them that they'd assume that, don't you think?"
"Well, I guess so, but—"
"Besides, don't use first person if it's going to upset you."
Christy sighed and glanced over at her notebook. She picked it up and read over whatever she'd been writing. For a few seconds, she was silent, and Audrey wondered if she'd gotten over her grievances.
"Okay, I guess I could do that," Christy murmured. "First person just…flows better, though. I'd have to come up with a name, and decide whether to use male or female pronouns, or try to work in something more gender-neutral, or…"
Maybe that hadn't been the best advice after all. Audrey could feel the pain of trying to come up with names and characters' genders… Especially on short pieces, she always flopped back and forth before finally on something.
"Ugh, this is the worst," Christy groaned. "Why is writing so…hard?"
"Isn't that the truth?" Audrey sighed. "Come on; let's do something else for a minute. Want to make a snack or something?"
"Yeah, food sounds great right now."
They set their notebooks down and headed into the kitchen. Fortunately, Audrey had gone to the store yesterday, so they had plenty of food to pick from. She grabbed an apple and some fruit dip out of the fridge while Christy fished around for some cheese to put on her crackers.
Audrey moped internally as she cut up her apple. Sometimes having another writer as a friend was both a blessing and a curse, but maybe they'd be able to think more clearly after they were done snacking. That usually helped, after all.
…She hoped it did this time, anyway.