Today, she shares an idea that is fermenting in her mind about a suspense novel she is thinking about writing.
Welcome Dorothy.
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My publisher, Twilight Times Books, has a book out titled, How I Wrote My First Book, told by 20 authors, including me, about what went into writing their first book.
A Scent Of Diamonds was my first suspense/mystery, followed by Enchanted Hunt and then the non-fiction book Learning To Write The Easy Way.
However, today I have another book in mind called SILENT DECEPTIONS
My idea for suspense in a novel is to create tension, that bad feeling that trouble is on the way. A bad situation generates suspense along with efforts made by the protagonist to solve the problem: Will she or won't she?
This conflict can be personal or psychological. Man against man/woman. Man against himself/herself. Man against nature. A story begins when the conflict begins, and ends when the conflict is resolved. The more conflict you have, the more suspense you have.
Here is a sample draft of my idea…
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Silent Deceptions
A chill ran down Tiffany's spine as she scanned the room. It was getting more crowded by the minute. People were full of Christmas cheer, all laughing, talking and having a jolly good time. How she hated it! Hated it all! If only she were more skilled at lip reading. For that matter, if only she didn't need to wear the damn hearing aids, those modern devices that carried frequencies and tones. But in this crowd, even the best hearing aids wouldn't let her hear the way she wanted to. There were too many sounds, and too much music being funneled into peoples' ears, as if they, too, were deaf.
She searched the room and spotted her husband, Spencer, talking to another man in full Santa regalia. Instead of a black belt around his waist like the other Santa's in the room, this particular Santa wore a white one. He kept pulling down on his beard as if he were having trouble talking through the bunched-up hair strands. Tiffany smiled to herself. Spencer had refused to wear a white beard. He said the hairy thing got in his mouth.
She leaned her body against a tall pillar and tried to concentrate on reading peoples lips. It was the only way for her to know what was going on.
She saw Spencer's lips move. "Kill!"
Tiffany dropped the black belt she'd been holding in her hand.
Words formed on the inside of the mouth were hard to read. She might have mistaken the letter K for a T.
But no! The word her husband had used was kill; she was sure of it,
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My question to you is: Do the first few lines catch your interest to read more? Please tell me what you think.
Dorothy.
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Here's your chance to help a writer decide if she should spend months developing an idea, and then possibly years revising it until it's ready for publication.
Would you read more?
Any suggestions?
Thanks for stopping by,
Margaret
Thanks for stopping by,
Margaret




