I’m working on a new project and am struggling to find the narrator’s voice. I decided to have him write a letter to me. Here’s an excerpt:
I can feel your thoughts pushing in on mine so I’m not really sure if I’m thinking stuff or if you’re exerting your authorial will upon me. I’d highly recommend you backing off with that authorial will. We aren’t going to have a good time doing this book together if you’re getting into my space. You have to respect me and I’ll try to do the same even though I’m a real character and you’re just the person telling my story. I think I should definitely be the one making decisions here. I’m me and you can only guess what that means OR you can shut up and let me tell the story. The thing is, Tracy, you’re letting me tell this story in first-person which means I’m telling the story. You’re just the person I chose to help get the words down so other people can share in the story. You’re nothing special here. I am. My story and I are the special ones. You’re the hired help. Sorry if this sounds blunt but it’s the truth, and the sooner you accept it the better off we’ll all be.
I guess I should be grateful he apologized.