Voices
I’ve been pondering what to write for this post, as I haven’t been that successful with my work recently. At my last meeting my supervisor again expressed doubts about my main character’s voice — it’s not very believable.
Although I’m dismayed, I have to agree. Part of the problem is that I have shifted from third person to first person, so the original omniscient narrator’s voice is now too sophisticated for my surfer, tomboy, farm-raised, school-hating young girl.
I will admit to not having rewritten substantially — instead I went through and changed ‘she’ to ‘I’ and so forth, changing other bits that didn’t fit her voice as I went. Clearly, that didn’t work, didn’t go deep enough. Some of it does, but I’m not getting the strong characterisation and compelling identity for her that I want.
My rather lazy rewriting into the first person was picked up straight away by my supervisor months ago, but we have been concentrating on other problems — there are plenty of them (mostly structural) to keep me busy!
Having been a bit demoralised by all this, I haven’t written very much for the last two weeks, instead concentrating on some great books with strong voices. I’m currently on The Butcher Boy by Patrick McCabe, which I find headache-inducing due to the lack of commas, but it certainly works as a first person narrative.
Then I found the fiction masterclass on first person voices in the latest issue of Mslexia. Jane Rogers, Professor of Writing at Sheffield Hallam Uni, talks about the pros and cons, how language used is key (for me, using Welsh and surfing terminology), the possibility of introducing other material to counterpoint the narrator, and uses Jane Eyre, Adrian Mole and Peter Carey’s Ned Kelly to illustrate her points. A happy coincidence, and just what I needed!
The fact that my own first person narrative doesn’t ring true is strange in a way, as I’ve written a diary every day almost since I could write. I still have my first diary, one of those chinese-embroidered books, with back to front letters and awful spelling, in a box with 20 or 30 others. For the last ten years or so it’s all been on the computer — I dread to think how much drivel is stored on my hard drive (and Dropbox)!
In the process of ‘journalling’ as the Americans like to call it, I’ve lost my self-consciousness and learned to just write, write, write whatever I want however I want, as it’s not for anyone else’s eyes. Some of it is some of my best writing, because I’m not worried about anything external like other people’s opinions. I’d recommend the process to anyone.
So I am sure I can write like this, and to get me going I’m starting a whole new chapter, forgetting the first three which I am, by now, rather tired of seeing! I’m going to have fun with it and really discover my character, who is very different from me (a good thing, says Jane). Wish me luck!
