POVs

I've done another scene which is really only the first part of the pizza night. The pizza night happened in the month before my brother died. I think. I'm not sure I'll ever know for sure. It's really hard to write this night. There was so much that happened. (This is the night he left me on I95 and I was chased for at least a half mile by one of three men who tried to get me in their car. Thank god I was in better shape than he was...I think he was worried his friends might leave him behind. He kept looking back which gave me a few extra yards on him each time he lost concentration. Once I got close to lights, he gave up.)

Anyhow, as this is the third bit I've written it's starting to become apparent that my whole point of view is me-focused. And I'm finding that a little worrying. So I guess that's what I'm gonna be asking Mike and Vincent about the next time we meet. I think I need to question what perspective I want to use. I'm sure they'll have some good advice.