I tried to write in first person today. Perhaps, I didn't find the right persona. Perhaps, I'm too into reading a novel right now to write. Whatever the reason, I didn't get very far into a story or a character. Here is what I came up with:
The money is good, but I hate working with Wizard Ink. It isn’t as if the customers who request the stuff are looking for high end work either. If I had to rate Wizard Ink customers, I’d put them beneath the virgin flesh that picks something off the flash wall or out of Tattoo Magazine. Sure. Some the art found in magazines is truly worthy of skin. However, most of it was just hack flash. Real artists didn’t need to advertize to get work, word just got around. Ink collectors would find the truly talented ink slingers wherever they set up shop. The same was true about tattooists who could sling Wizard Ink.
Wizard Ink is a thick rubbery substance that comes in only four unmixable colors: Brown – Earth, Green – Wind, Blue – Water, and Red – Fire. If there is any redeeming quality to working with Wizard Ink, it’s that I only had to work with one color at a time. No shading with black or whites, designs are solidly myopic. Most customers opt for sold bands circling wrists, arms, or legs, and mostly of only one of the four colors. Wizard Ink wasn’t to enhance beauty. Customers sought the function of the ink.
I've been somewhat successful writing in first person. I don't know why I avoid the first person like a pockmarked plague victim. I think that I'm going to chalk today up to reading. I'm overly enjoying
Moon Called by Patrica Briggs. However, if you want to read a first person story by me that I felt went well, you can download, free, vol. 7 of
eFiction Magazine -
download - and read my story "Alhazred's Walls." Strangely, "Alhazred's Walls" is also about tattooing.
