What Writer Are You?

There are plenty of genres in the writing book. Crime, suspense, fantasy, adventure, romance, sci-fi, chick-lit, young adult, poetry, horror, fables, comedy - the list goes on forever. But the question you might ask is, what type of writer am I?
Well, let's start at the beginning. What types of books do you like to read? Classify your 5 favourite genres of book types. If you do this, you'll find that what you like to read will probably be what you like to write. Here's my list.

1. Adventure
2. Fantasy
3. Sci-fi
4. Comedy
5. Middle-grade

So, take a sheet of paper and classify yours. My first choice is adventure, and my novel is adventure. If you wouldn't like to write a novel with your first choice genre, then turn to second choice, and so forth. 

Now, ask yourself. "How to I narrate my writing?" 

So, first person point of view would be "she went to the supermarket today." Third person point of view would be, "I went to the supermarket today." When you write in 3rd person, you become the character. As you write what is happening, you may find yourself riveted in your story, becoming the character and perhaps feeling the same emotions. When you write in 1st person, you are the narrator as you write. It's like storytelling, where the storyteller tells the story. If you would like to be the narrator, then choose 1st person. If you want to become the character, then choose 3rd person. Another way to find out could be by writing a simple event in both ways. Here is my example.

3rd person. "I, Leisel Coligerl, glared at my little brother, his plump figure sitting on the tree branch while he chewed on a swelling, ripe red apple. He gazed at me nonchalantly, like a cow looking at a tree with no interest. He threw the core of the apple on the ground, slobbery with saliva, and plucked another apple from the tree. I felt impatience simmer in me, swirled and mixed with dread and fear, for if my father saw us, he would never pay me a single cent to babysit my brother, and call me an irresponsible girl. "Eustace! Get down here! I brought some muffins from the bakery," I coaxed. 

1st person. "Leisel Coligerl glared at her little brother, his plump figure sitting on the tree branch while he chewed on a swelling, ripe red apple. He gazed at her nonchalantly, like a cow looking at a tree with no interest. He threw the core of the apple on the ground, slobbery with saliva, and plucked another apple frm the tree. Leisel felt impatience simmer in herself, swirled and mixed with dread and fear, for if their father saw her, he would never pay her a single cent to babysit her brother, and call her an irresponsible girl. "Eustace! Get down here! I brought some muffins from the bakery," Leisel coaxed.

This is an example. Feel free to rewrite it and see which way do you like it better.

Now, ask yourself, "do I like to describe feelings or let the reader fill in emotions?"

When you write something regarding a character and an event, the character will surely feel something during his\her life. Some people like to describe the feelings, let the reader be sucked in, others like to throw in a descriptive word or two to tell feelings. The question is, which is better?

Really, there is no better way. When you write, you write the way you feel best. I like to describe the feeling briefly, using good strong words and describing the moment, but not enough to make the reader yawn and skip it. The best way, in my opinion, would be to try it out for yourself. If you want to make the reader feel joyful or tragic inside, then you can write it with the descriptive way. Here are my examples.

Descriptive. "Fear stirred in me, like a witch mixing soup in a pot. My stomach churned, sick and dreadful, my eyes flickering toward the doorway, waiting for somebody to catch me and the empty bag. It was once filled with sweets and candies, swirly, white and red lollipops, caramel candies, cookies, and lots of other sugary, always forbidden things. The sugar had already coated my lips, painting them a bright red without any lipstick, my cheeks flushing a deep red with alarm and guilt, my stomach lurching. I fingered my cotton dress and wiped my mouth, gulping a glass of water and hiding the bag in a drawer, stuffing it out of sight. My governess Beth entered, her greying hair swept into a bun and piled over her head.

"Hello, dear! Let's go play! Your brother has gone to the swings." Beth smiled warmly.

I rubbed my stomach. "I don't feel so good. Can I go to bed?" 

Beth looked fretful. "Oh, I do hope you're not coming down with a fever. Let me feel your forehead." Her cool palm felt my forehead. "You feel fine," she replied, looking quizzical.

My father entered the room in his crisp suit. "Goodbye. I will bring the candies to Gretel's children." His eyes glanced over the counter. "Where are the candies?"

I shrugged. "I don't know." My heart hammered in my chest.

My father's eyes fell on me. "Where are they?"

"Safe," I chirped.

"Where?"

I gulped. "In my stomach."

My father frowned. "You're sick, aren't you? I'll talk with you later as soon as I get back. I'll buy some cupcakes at the baker's on my way." He paced away.

The day trudged on, the burden of the 'talk' weighing over me. I was glum and silent, sitting down in bed and drinking tea to calm my stomach.

My father returned. "I'm disappointed in you, but you are a child. Not a single candy for a month!" He walked away."

Simple, let the reader fill it in. “Fear churned along with my stomach in me, sick and dreadful. I glanced at the doorway, waiting for somebody to catch me and the empty candy bag. It was once filled with sugary sweets and candies, cookies and lollipops and lots of other sugary, forbidden things.  My lips were already bright red, coated in sugar. I fingered my cotton dress guiltily and gulped down some water, hiding the candy bag in a drawer.  My governess Beth entered, her hair in a bun. "Hello, dear! Let's go play! Your brother has gone to the swings." Beth smiled.

I rubbed my stomach. "I don't feel so good. Can I go to bed?"

"Oh, I do hope you're not coming down with a fever. Let me feel your forehead." Her cool palm felt my forehead. "You feel fine," she replied, looking quizzical.

My father entered the room. "Goodbye. I will bring the candies to Gretel's children." His eyes glanced over the counter. "Where are the candies?"

I shrugged. "I don't know."

My father's eyes fell on me. "Where are they?"

"Safe," I chirped.           

"Where?"

I gulped. "In my stomach."

My father frowned. "You're sick, aren't you? I'll talk with you later as soon as I get back. I'll buy some cupcakes at the baker's on my way." He paced away.

The day continued. I was gloomy and felt heavy, waiting dreadfully for the ‘talk.’

At last my father returned. “I’m disappointed in you, but you are a child. Not a single candy for a month!”

Since this post is getting long, I'll end it. Look for the others regarding this subject!

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