I was told that when you describe something in your story that IS, you should use present tense even if your story is written in the past tense. In other words your MC drove down the road - but the road is a highway (not was a highway). Then looking at the fragment below, I started gettting worried. This seems very jumpy - past, present, past, present. What is the correct way of handling this?
"After a good jolt of caffeine, Andrew and Lindiwe set off for the university. Ondekkers Road looked like a parking lot, packed with bumper-to-bumper traffic trying to get into the city. Andrew chose a winding route through the suburbs, taking side roads and short cuts and finally approaching their destination via the newly re-re-named Sofia Town. This had been a happy, vibrant place in the ‘50s until the Apartheid government forcibly removed the black occupants of the suburb’s neat little houses and renamed the place Triomf – Triumph. A triumph of hatred over poetry, music and joy. A place of bitterness. Changing the name back to Sophia Town wasn’t going to fix the damage, but perhaps it was a start.
The university is situated in Auckland Park, just west of Johannesburg’s central business district. The suburb is dominated by the towering South African Broadcasting Corporation building.
As they drove past Andrew wondered, as he often did, how so many people sitting in so many offices on so many floors, were not able to come up with a decent bit of TV between them.
The University of Johannesburg is a modern, raw collection of purpose built concrete blocks. They signed in at security and were given directions to the residence that had become a second home to Frieda Henning.
A first-year student was manning the reception desk and she blushed furiously when shown police IDs. She scuttled off to fetch the housemother. The reception was bleak and uninviting. The odd pot plant and department store picture not doing much to make it look homely."
"After a good jolt of caffeine, Andrew and Lindiwe set off for the university. Ondekkers Road looked like a parking lot, packed with bumper-to-bumper traffic trying to get into the city. Andrew chose a winding route through the suburbs, taking side roads and short cuts and finally approaching their destination via the newly re-re-named Sofia Town. This had been a happy, vibrant place in the ‘50s until the Apartheid government forcibly removed the black occupants of the suburb’s neat little houses and renamed the place Triomf – Triumph. A triumph of hatred over poetry, music and joy. A place of bitterness. Changing the name back to Sophia Town wasn’t going to fix the damage, but perhaps it was a start.
The university is situated in Auckland Park, just west of Johannesburg’s central business district. The suburb is dominated by the towering South African Broadcasting Corporation building.
As they drove past Andrew wondered, as he often did, how so many people sitting in so many offices on so many floors, were not able to come up with a decent bit of TV between them.
The University of Johannesburg is a modern, raw collection of purpose built concrete blocks. They signed in at security and were given directions to the residence that had become a second home to Frieda Henning.
A first-year student was manning the reception desk and she blushed furiously when shown police IDs. She scuttled off to fetch the housemother. The reception was bleak and uninviting. The odd pot plant and department store picture not doing much to make it look homely."