Part of my personal mission statement is, “I seek to be a problem solver and visionary, to be intense, not tense.”
Today, I’m struggling with tense. It’s intense.
I’ve started a new project, and the setting is 1982:
I was the tallest girl in ninth grade if you didn’t count Amy, and I didn’t count Amy because she was my best friend. Or one of them anyway.
That’s past tense. Or maybe past perfect?
I had been the tallest girl in ninth grade if you hadn’t counted Amy, and I hadn’t because she had been my best friend. Or one of them anyway.
Or how tortured. Definitely not. Or maybe I should forget past tenses altogether and go with present tense to evoke a “here and now” feel for the young adult market:
I am the tallest girl in ninth grade if you don’t count Amy, and I don’t count Amy because she is my best friend. Or one of them anyway.
However, I suspect today’s young adults have as much interest in 1982 as they in Laura Ingalls Wilder’s 1882.
I think I’ll stick with past tense.
Or I’m stuck with it.
I thought? I think.
I think. Therefore, I write. Or I wrote. My memoir, “The Percussionist’s Wife: A Memoir of Sex, Crime & Betrayal,” is available (definitely “is”) in paperback from Amazon or as an ebook from Amazon Kindle, Nook and Kobo for iPad.