Point of View: An Oh, Sh*t Moment

I have a confession to make: I like to write in the first person point of view.

So, now that I have been stoned to death…

All I have read lately in that it is WRONG, Wrong, WRONG to write in this POV.

Crap. Maybe it is all the years of journal writing (as in diaries) that makes this form feel the most comfortable and natural to me.

So what is a chick lit writing girl to do? Do I cave? Is it really that bad? Am I really screwing up? Is it okay? What do I do?

Do I REALLY have to go through FOUR frickin’ manuscripts and change the point of view? I don’t even know how to do that. I looked through some of my most loved books–the ones where I really got into the heroine and *gasp* they are NOT in the first person POV. How the heck did they do that? It felt like I was in their head!

But if it means sitting on this getting-to-be-threadbare couch day in and day out and in the end selling a manuscript, I am in. I’ll do it. I’ll lick the broken glass.

But this is really going to hurt, isn’t it?