It was a Saturday in August when I first met Stewart. I was standing with Burt in a circle of guys and he was across from me. I’d had a few beers, but was not drunk. He had dark hair, was slightly taller than me, and looked like he went to the gym frequently. But it was his eyes that drew me in. There was just something about them. “Who is that guy? He looks so familiar.” “I don’t know him,” Burt answered. My curiosity got the best of me and I…
A quick word on beginnings. As a writer, I know that it is my job to hook the reader immediately. If I don’t, they will put the book down and move on to something else, something better. Now that I’m in the editing process of my novel, I could not hate beginnings any more than I possibly do now. Or maybe I just hate mine. But I digress… The beginning of my novel took place after a one night stand. Yep, Stella is mighty classy (not). But reading it after having a lot of space…
