I’ve done a little first person present, but almost never past tense, third or first.
Sixteen years ago I got stuck in the intense immediate. I graduated college, and that summer to fill the mental void, I wrote Accursed Haven with a manic fervor I’ve never matched since.
My first novel ride.
It was wild. It was poetic. Here’s how it started:
A morbid man walks alone, looking for refuge in a city he has disowned. He sits down on a bench with a bottle in a brown bag.