In
an ADHD world of speed-dating, Facebooking and
Tweeting, how much time do people spend reading novels? Or shopping for novels, for that matter? From the looks of the crumbling book
publishing industry, I’d say, not much.
It seems people are increasingly selective about what they’ll pay to
read.
If
you’re like me, you mosey around the book store scanning “first pages” until
you find an interesting enough book to purchase. Amazon.com shoppers do the same. The first couple pages and the table of
contents—that’s about all you get for free. Kind of like a first date, at some point you’ve gotta decide. Yay or nay?
After
being inspired by a fellow sixgreatbooks.com
writer, I decided to submit the first page of my novel to a site called
Flogging the Quill: floggingthequill.com. Here, book writers like me submit the
first page of their manuscript for public critique. Obviously, there’s no true predictor for book success; but
if nothing else, this site gives writers insight into the minds of potential
book buyers. In five weeks, my
book’s first page will be up for critique. I'll remind you to check back and see what people say. In the meanwhile, here’s a sneak
preview. I’m curious: If you were speed-dating, would you go on a second date with my first page? Yay or nay?
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My only chance at redemption began
the night I destroyed my best friend’s life—a night so charged with drugs and
alcohol and unchartered emotional depths that I still struggle to remember it
and to forget it. Had it not been
for that night, I would never have entered the labyrinth that eventually led me
to my biological mother—a woman I hadn’t seen since birth. My only wish is that we’d both been
alive the day, many years later, we finally reunited. But I’ve come to learn that some things aren’t supposed to
happen on this side, so they happen on the other side. At least that’s how it was with my
mother and me.
Sometimes,
when you’re on the brink of something big, life nudges you. Other times, it shoves you. Valentine’s Day, freshman year, life
gave me my first major shove. I
was sitting on the floor of my dorm with my best friend Paul. It was three a.m. My eyes were closed, and I massaged my
nose to loosen the cocaine caked inside.
It oozed down my throat, leaving an iron taste like blood. As I sat there numb, a soft orange
color started pulsing in my mind.
I opened my eyes to a room full of light. Then darkness.
Then light again. I stood
up, but fell over. It was in this
alternating world of light and darkness I had my last flicker of anything near
a halfway normal life.
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