Before lakebelle I could pull back and set a scene, explain what was going on in a character’s head, find the mood. Writing in first person all the time and having only their musings to spin a plot wears me out. The characters, well-drawn or not, possess immediate lives and I find myself thinking about in real time–meaning I’m not pondering a plot line and what I might make them do next, but I wonder what they are doing right now. And without a “the end” page in sight where am I taking them. Or where are they taking me?