First or Third Person: The Story of This Currently Conflicted Writer


After what seems like months with nothing but dry ideas and lack of motivation, some promising inspiration suddenly hit me last night. I was up for what was probably way too long trying to plant specific story points that came to mind, hoping that by morning I wouldn’t forget all this creative gold (it had been a long time coming, ok?! ๐Ÿ˜Š) and lucky for me, I woke with a head full of characters and plot lines, scenery and tone, not to mention lovely optimism towards finally wanting to write.

I do realize I am getting way ahead of myself, that this is all just still free writing and we all know that what may or (usually) may not come of that. But my main issue lately, the bane of my writing existence is deciding between writing in first or third person

I’ve played around a bit with both ways, and while it seemed I could probably go either way, atleast in the short beginning drafts I was toying with, but I worry. 

If I go for first person, am I going to be able to throughly build a good story from only one perspective? But if I choose third person, will I get too bogged down with description and struggle creating necessary dialogue?

Please tell me you’ve been there, too. I guess this is why they say the hardest part of writing is actually starting to write. ๐Ÿ˜Š


Whatever It Meant.


Any day is the right day for some HST! As obsessed as I’ve been with his work for years, I still read his words in his Gonzo style with great wonder; not before or since has a writer been able to capture a feeling, a memory, or a moment so vividly for his many avid readers.
I wonder what my son will think when I tell him I read Fear and Loathing for the fourth time out loud to him while he was still in my belly ๐Ÿ™‚

A Wild Rumpus Halloween!


This year was my son’s second Halloween, but it was his first chance to trick or treat. He’ll be two next week, but last year he was barely walking, so we were really excited about this year. I have always called him my little Wild Thing (I have Max in his wolf suit with my son’s name tattooed on my foot) and Where the Wild Things Are has been a treasured story between him and I, read over and over again at many, many bedtimes. It makes me sad to picture him not being enthralled by our books anymore, trading them for superheroes and creepy cartoon characters, so I took full advantage of having the final say in his Halloween costume and made him King of all Wild Things. It was literally PERFECT; I was told constantly that my son’s costume was the cutest they’d seen anywhere, not to mention it was toasty warm and super soft! It’s from Pottery Barn kids and yes, was WAY too expensive for a kid’s costume, but it was so worth it! Just look at this little mischief maker:



His first trick or treat was a huge success: he loved meeting everyone and picking out the candy, filling his little bucket with all sorts of delight. It made me smile to see him having so much, and pleased me to see my little Wild Thing come to life! I may sometimes miss celebrating holidays the “young” way (dressing myself up, partying till dawn, etc.) but nothing could replace the fun I had with my family. Times like these make me know being a mom is what I was meant to do ๐Ÿ˜Š



Did your little ones enjoy Halloween? Anyone else have a storybook character to trick or treat with? I’d love to hear your stories! I hope everyone had a great and spooky weekend; now time to focus on the upcoming holiday season…Gonzo Momma style!! ๐Ÿ˜„