Anyway, having drawn up characters I struggled with the opening. Two openings have been dropped with a turd-y splat that they deserved, and I was thinking of ditching the whole lot this morning. Who wants to read a story that starts with two people in an archive? Or standing outside an old building? Boring. I fell asleep while writing it. Until the opening grips me, then it's pointless to continue.
This afternoon while walking around Leamington with Talia on my shoulders I had a huge revelation and a new opening popped up. A visit by the protagonist to the antagonist, that straight away becomes threatening and sinister, even frightening, before getting the protagonist into a situation where he's practically crapping himself... Before executing a neat turn around that makes us see that the "baddie" isn't really a baddy, but he's going to demolish those cottages and nothing'll get in his way... Neatly introduces us to the two main characters, the source of conflict and gets the ball rolling nicely.
Well it works for me! Although I can safely say that no publisher on this planet will want to publish a book about old cottages in Coventry, but ho hum. You can't choose your ideas and what thrills you, can you?
Next week: a thrilling story about the last tree in Nuneaton town centre being threatened with the chainsaw.