1st person view

[DarkBee]

How could/would you write a story written from the 1st person 'view' of a blind person? Obviously, you can't use physical descriptions like "she was about 5'8", with 38C breasts and blond hair", so what would it be then?
Just a thought that entered my mind not too long ago.

 

[Jack_Samuel]

Its probably a very worth while challange to undertake.

Physical descriptions such as the measurement mentioned in your OP are the crutch of a amateur writer and will only receive poor reviews here. Writing from the point of view of a blind man would force the writer to develop other techniques and their own imagination.

What other senses is the man using? what does he touch, smell, hear?

And ofcourse the biggie that should be developed in every story doesnt change. Who is he? Where is he from, where is he going? What does he think and feel in each situation. That stuff doesnt change no matter who your writing about

 

[SweetDreamStories]

Actually, this would be a great writing exorcize for those authors that do write "she was about 5'8", with 38C breasts and blond hair".

 

[emap]

I do believe something along these lines, picture a gal waiting on her 'blind' date at a restaurant.

Taking a sip of the water before impatiently putting it down to feel at the watch on my wrist, the hands pointing to just 3 minutes before our date is scheduled to happen.

'Would you like a glass of wine? It would help calm those nerves."

I jerk in surprise at the voice, I had not heard him come up.

"No I'm fine, just a little anxious waiting on my date."

The waiter walks away with a comment on how much he hopes it goes well as I take a deep breath and focus on my surroundings. The couple at the next table over chatting away like new loves over their plates of filet mignon. One ordered theirs with garlic, the other did not. Behind sits an agitated man talking on his cell phone about stocks, his wife sitting their quietly sipping at what smells like red wine gritting her teeth.

A waiter passing by with a dessert cart nearby trips against a chair being pushed out by a patron. The smell of the chocolate cream pie and eclairs aboard the cart draw my attention until a man enters the restaurant. He gets my attention because at the maitre de he asks for my name. I perk up as he walks closer, he has large feet, his legs move swiftly as he comes straight towards me. His cologne reaches me before he does, I find myself falling into a forest of wonderful flowers and rich earth until he stops at the table and asks if I had been waiting long.

I push the chair back to stand up in greeting, my hand reaching for my watch to find that he is a minute early before reaching my hand out to him. As he clutches my hand in his, his face descending to kiss the back of my hand I tell him that I had only been there a few minutes.

 

[Carnevil9]

Interesting idea. One could argue that ALL writing should be approached from this perspective: focus on thoughts and feelings rather than simple (and boring) visual images like boob size and hair length.....Carney