Writing Need tips

[C0NSTELLATIONBEANS]

Hi! So I'm planning on writing a story on First POV and I'm really struggling with how the story goes without forgetting which POV I used. :""

The story goes back to ancient Chinese history! Small tease: "It was supposed to be a normal photoshoot. Silk brushing against her skin, lanterns glowing softly, people calling directions from behind the cameras. Then the ground gave way. Cold water rushed in, stealing her breath. When she opened her eyes again, there were no lights, no crew, no familiar voices. Red pillars rose into the sky, lotus flowers floated across a quiet pond, and a stone bridge arched where the studio should have been. The air smelled of incense, not perfume. Her heart pounded as a single thought crossed her mind. This isn't a set. This isn't modern. Wait... what era is this?" And it's about a girl tryna survive only to get tangled in mess between power and pain and kind of romance? I'm not sure if it's romance or not since I don't want to make it a love triangle. This story was also inspired by 'concubine walkthrough' Well I could give further details just mention me. I'm sorry if this may seems confusing I'm really lost too

 

[whitesculptor]

You wrote it in third person.
Go to chatgpt and ask it to change to first person so you compare the differences.

 

[L1aei]

Hi! So I'm planning on writing a story on First POV and I'm really struggling with how the story goes without forgetting which POV I used. :""

The story goes back to ancient Chinese history! Small tease: "It was supposed to be a normal photoshoot. Silk brushing against her skin, lanterns glowing softly, people calling directions from behind the cameras. Then the ground gave way. Cold water rushed in, stealing her breath. When she opened her eyes again, there were no lights, no crew, no familiar voices. Red pillars rose into the sky, lotus flowers floated across a quiet pond, and a stone bridge arched where the studio should have been. The air smelled of incense, not perfume. Her heart pounded as a single thought crossed her mind. This isn't a set. This isn't modern. Wait... what era is this?" And it's about a girl tryna survive only to get tangled in mess between power and pain and kind of romance? I'm not sure if it's romance or not since I don't want to make it a love triangle. This story was also inspired by 'concubine walkthrough' Well I could give further details just mention me. I'm sorry if this may seems confusing I'm really lost too

I'm going to use your own teaser as an example, but with my own voice editing it. I'll apologize for doing so because I know this is not what you requested, but I thought it'd be best if you saw for yourself how "First POV" would change some of your own writing. Here:

It was supposed to be a normal photoshoot.
Silk. I felt it brushing against my skin, but also the warmth of lanterns glowing softly, the familiar expectations from a chorus of people calling directions from behind the cameras.

That's how it was.

Then the ground gave way. A single gasp was all the time I had, the shock of cold water rushed in, and the rest of my moment was it stealing my breath away. All thoughts fled the instant every inch of myself was numbed, my hearing drowned by the rushing roar, and I couldn't bear to watch those who were just a second ago standing in around me.

But the faded quieting that came after was louder... and I could breathe again. That plucked me out of a hyperventilating state, thankfully.

What happened? Did I get thrown outside of the danger? Was I saved?

When I cautiously opened my eyes again, dreading the natural horror of what we all experienced, there were no lights, no crew, no familiar voices. The chill not born of the violence of water but of the expected silence tore away any hesitation I had to inspect my surroundings.

What I beheld was that of red pillars rising high into the sky, lotus flowers that floated across an enchanting pond of tranquility, and a remarkably decor over every solid space on a stone bridge that had arched where... where the studio should have been.

As my nerves gradually recovered, the next lungful of air held the smell of incense, not recognizable perfume of those in the shoot's attendance. None of this made sense and it wasn't just a conscious awareness, my heart pounded loud enough to state the same single thought crossing my mind as well.

This isn't a set. The amount of authentic detail put into anything similar would hemorrhage the budget.

This isn't modern. That meant I hadn't been swept away in the flood someplace nearby.

Wait... where else would I be? Or, rather, what era is this?

 

[JayDirex]

I'm going to use your own teaser as an example, but with my own voice editing it. I'll apologize for doing so because I know this is not what you requested, but I thought it'd be best if you saw for yourself how "First POV" would change some of your own writing. Here:

It was supposed to be a normal photoshoot.
Silk. I felt it brushing against my skin, but also the warmth of lanterns glowing softly, the familiar expectations from a chorus of people calling directions from behind the cameras.

That's how it was.

Then the ground gave way. A single gasp was all the time I had, the shock of cold water rushed in, and the rest of my moment was it stealing my breath away. All thoughts fled the instant every inch of myself was numbed, my hearing drowned by the rushing roar, and I couldn't bear to watch those who were just a second ago standing in around me.

But the faded quieting that came after was louder... and I could breathe again. That plucked me out of a hyperventilating state, thankfully.

What happened? Did I get thrown outside of the danger? Was I saved?

When I cautiously opened my eyes again, dreading the natural horror of what we all experienced, there were no lights, no crew, no familiar voices. The chill not born of the violence of water but of the expected silence tore away any hesitation I had to inspect my surroundings.

What I beheld was that of red pillars rising high into the sky, lotus flowers that floated across an enchanting pond of tranquility, and a remarkably decor over every solid space on a stone bridge that had arched where... where the studio should have been.

As my nerves gradually recovered, the next lungful of air held the smell of incense, not recognizable perfume of those in the shoot's attendance. None of this made sense and it wasn't just a conscious awareness, my heart pounded loud enough to state the same single thought crossing my mind as well.

This isn't a set. The amount of authentic detail put into anything similar would hemorrhage the budget.

This isn't modern. That meant I hadn't been swept away in the flood someplace nearby.

Wait... where else would I be? Or, rather, what era is this?

This is good! 1st POV flows so naturally from the prompt. However, i still see 3rd person limited as the better option for this story. meh~

 

[C0NSTELLATIONBEANS]

You wrote it in third person.
Go to chatgpt and ask it to change to first person so you compare the differences.

OHH I will try that Thank you again. :DD (Sorry for the inconvenience)

I'm going to use your own teaser as an example, but with my own voice editing it. I'll apologize for doing so because I know this is not what you requested, but I thought it'd be best if you saw for yourself how "First POV" would change some of your own writing. Here:

It was supposed to be a normal photoshoot.
Silk. I felt it brushing against my skin, but also the warmth of lanterns glowing softly, the familiar expectations from a chorus of people calling directions from behind the cameras.

That's how it was.

Then the ground gave way. A single gasp was all the time I had, the shock of cold water rushed in, and the rest of my moment was it stealing my breath away. All thoughts fled the instant every inch of myself was numbed, my hearing drowned by the rushing roar, and I couldn't bear to watch those who were just a second ago standing in around me.

But the faded quieting that came after was louder... and I could breathe again. That plucked me out of a hyperventilating state, thankfully.

What happened? Did I get thrown outside of the danger? Was I saved?

When I cautiously opened my eyes again, dreading the natural horror of what we all experienced, there were no lights, no crew, no familiar voices. The chill not born of the violence of water but of the expected silence tore away any hesitation I had to inspect my surroundings.

What I beheld was that of red pillars rising high into the sky, lotus flowers that floated across an enchanting pond of tranquility, and a remarkably decor over every solid space on a stone bridge that had arched where... where the studio should have been.

As my nerves gradually recovered, the next lungful of air held the smell of incense, not recognizable perfume of those in the shoot's attendance. None of this made sense and it wasn't just a conscious awareness, my heart pounded loud enough to state the same single thought crossing my mind as well.

This isn't a set. The amount of authentic detail put into anything similar would hemorrhage the budget.

This isn't modern. That meant I hadn't been swept away in the flood someplace nearby.

Wait... where else would I be? Or, rather, what era is this?

Wow I love it! That just gave me a lot of ideas. Thank you so so so much! (Sorry for the inconvenience)

 

[L1aei]

OHH I will try that Thank you again. :DD (Sorry for the inconvenience)

Wow I love it! That just gave me a lot of ideas. Thank you so so so much! (Sorry for the inconvenience)

It wasn't inconveniencing me at all; I enjoy writing. Have fun with your story!