On Knowing When Is When

It always starts off with the best intentions. There’s an idea, be it a character or a scene or an image. Before it’s gone you grab a hold of it and hold on to see where it takes you. Sometimes you ride them out and each new idea reveals a new one behind it and before you know it you’re soaring through the clouds and you get lost in that world.

Sometimes though, like that metaphor, you hit the ground with a thud.

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Here’s The First Chapter From My Book.

I wanted to say here’s the first chapter from my new book. But that doesn’t seem right when I’ve not put a book out yet. So here’s the deal: I’m about halfway through this tome at the moment but I thought I’d put out a little preview. The title, tentatively, is DEAD BODIES IN A ROW. I don’t know what it means, but it sounds hardboiled. I guess that’s the idea. I love crime stories, but they’re always set in New York or LA or Boston. So why not try setting one in my fair city? I have to admit it’s been strange writing about places that I walk past, and I’m not sure the fit works yet, but I’m willing to give it a try. If nothing else it’s been a lot of fun to write.

Another thing to keep in mind is that this is only a first draft (I usually write about five) so this can and will probably change. I think there’s parts here that don’t work and language that doesn’t flow right, but it should at least give an idea of what I want to do.

So without further ado. Here’s Chapter 1, and sorry for the formatting but WordPress doesn’t care for paragraphs.

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A Few Words About Opening Lines.

First lines are important. In some ways they’re the most important part of anything you’ll write or read. A great first line should invite the reader in, it should invite them to take a seat and want to hear more.

Not to get too base about it but if you’re the fish then the first line is the hook and the author just needs to reel you in. See, that was a metaphor. I might use a simile later too.

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Why do I write?

Writing is hard. Really I mean it. Just getting that bit out was tough enough, and now as a writer even as I’m typing this I’m already critiquing it. I’m thinking about how this opening looks to the reader and I’m already trying to re-edit this whole piece as I’m writing it. Now at this point I’m worried what the reaction is to calling myself a writer without really having the work handily available for you to read over and nod in agreement. Now I’m thinking of ways to make that sentence shorter.

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