how the hell do you begin to write a real book?
well, for starters i got a haircut, but i think that was just to buy some more time.
god, this is tough, especially when i'd never read a book that would have me as a character.
kinda puts a little perspiration in the inspiration.
oh well, it is what it is.
so i need a good ending to start with because everyone knows you need one of those or what's the point really.
and my story's ending began with the response i got to an email query that started out normal enough but soon unravelled into the following pitiful plea:
"...you know, desperate writers in the throes of opportunity can get ... well ... pathetic. I'm afraid this qualifies. But I really can't believe this. God, I know I have this one shot. Do you need a first born? Mine is 25 years old and nicely employed. He's yours if you give me a chance (he may have other plans but I'll see what I can do). Okay, that's it. That's my plea. Some of my best stuff. Did I mention that I'm a hard worker? That I do laundry? Vacuum? Anything else you want me to do? Did I mention those things..."
that was it!
i was serious.
they were humored, saying it put smiles on all their faces.
and that's where my story ends.
and that's my first chapter, starting right with the end so i don't lose readers like myself with short attention spans.
now how i got to the end is a whole other matter and i suppose the story.
i don't know.
maybe i should leave well enough alone.