“Writers create narrative distance when they consciously or unconsciously insert an invisible narrator between the [point of view character] and the reader.” —Jill Elizabeth Nelson

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You want your reader to connect with your main characters so deeply that your reader commits identity theft.

I took a class, Rivet Your Reader with Deep Point of View, by Jill Elizabeth Nelson. For her lessons, I recommend Jill’s next class at Savvy Authors or her book by the same title. If you’re like me, I learn from examples. So, here are my examples of writing in deep point of view.

8 Examples of Deep Point of View

1. Arthur’s breaths came in shallow spurts. So, this was the end. He’d be gone in minutes. Not so scary. Freeing. He’d be with Jesus before the first star twinkled.

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2. Her stomach protesting with a hungry growl, she backed out of the driveway. Cake. Not just any cake, but German chocolate. And candy. Bowls of it. If only she’d stayed home and nursed her cold. Runny eyes and a stuffed nose she could handle, but cake and candy? Forget about it. Why had she promised Mark she’d lose ten pounds by their wedding, anyway? Just two more minutes and she’d be in the safety of her home. No sweets in home, sweet, home.

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3.  Rick raised the lid on the breadbox. Empty. He yanked open the refrigerator. It held a Sippy cup half full of juice and an unopened liter of diet orange soda. No milk. Would he and the kids outlive Lily’s depression? He grabbed his keys off the table and headed for the garage.

4. She rolled her eyes. He still hadn’t fixed the dryer. Or taken the unsightly wood at the side of the house to the dump. She’d grow a mustache before he got his broken-down Harley out of her parking space in the garage. So tomorrow he was going to power wash the house? In her dreams.

5. Amanda’s hands itched to wring the arrogant creep’s neck. She slammed the drawer. Too bad his fingers weren’t in the way.

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6. I scooted farther back into the space under the stairs. Would the masked man hear my heavy breathing? My heart pounding? What would he do if he found me? What could I do if he dragged me out of my dark hiding place? I clawed the floor around me for a weapon. My hand batted a stuffed animal, landed on some kind of ball, and grasped a… A Star Wars lightsaber? I clutched the plastic toy to my chest and prayed.

7. How could anyone take his rights as a father away from him? The so-called authorities could try, but by the time they reached his house, he and Andy would be long gone. Even if he had to punch Linda out to carry Andy to the car. Andy was as much his son as hers. She had no right to do this to him. No right. He wrenched the steering wheel and the car careened and squealed as he rounded the corner. Just let her get in his way. She wouldn’t be able to stand, much less stop him, after he got finished with her.

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8. David placed his hands on his hips and waited. Certainly Cindy would turn around. She couldn’t have passed him and not seen him. He was six-two and two hundred pounds, for Pete’s sake. She kept walking. He’d been snubbed. Royally. Who did she think she was, anyway? An insufferable brat, that’s who. She’d have to beg him on her knees before he ever spoke to her again.

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