Another (almost) True Story
by Tony Ballantyne
Tony is writing in third person, present tense. He knows this sort of self referential stream of consciousness is the sort of thing that they teach in writing schools, that it can be mistaken as clever writing by those who value style over content. Hell yeah, check the word count, nine hundred more words of this and Tony can send it to some flash fiction web site. Ninety dollars, kerching!
But you pause. Maybe second person would be better? Hey, that's different. You know there aren't many stories written in second person. You wonder if that's because not many people know about it, or because it can come across as awkward and pretentious. You think you know the answer....
Barbara walks in the room. She reads over your shoulder for a while, and you look up. You can tell by the expression on her face that she's annoyed.
"What's the matter?" you ask.
"You're writing in the second person, present tense, again," she says. "Why are you doing that when it irritates you so much?"
She glares at you. Barbara's been married to you for 22 years. She graduated in Chemistry, worked in retail and then retrained as a teacher. She loves camping, cooking, and dancing.