Pink Victorian: The Character and Her Point of View



Pink Victorian is a house in the novel That Old Pink Victorian on Main Street, one I published in early 2021.

And in many ways the story is told from the point of view of this house. The house is in many ways a character

The story's first scene takes place at an upstairs window and looks out on the principal character of the story, a young girl named Lily. 

And the story's last scene takes place with Lily looking out a window of that house.

This house has a story to tell. It is old. It has had many owners. It was the pride of the founders of the city in which it was one of the first houses built.

It overlooks harbor, industry, and the whole of downtown.

And it is a wreck inside.

Lily's mother Katherine has been admonished to keep an eye on the house and whoever might be living there at this moment, and if she does, it will be hers again. She's fourth-generation and she owes it to her great grandfather...

I didn't quite realize how much like eyes the back windows are, how the house uses Lily's hands to bring about ancient plans--or are these new plans Lily has? 

How the ancient books, hauled across the new continent only to be stashed in the attic, when replaced on the shelves restore to the house its glory.

And how Lily is the heart of it. 

Yes, it's a character. I didn't get that before. It's so interesting when characters write their own books.

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