I love the beginnings of books - my own and other writer's. I like them to be eerie or funny, sweet or sad. I guess you could say I like all of them. Because the beginning of a new book has such promise. There are 300 pages just waiting for us to read and enjoy or, when it's our own beginning, 300 pages to cry over. Start and stop and start again.
While the starting and the stopping sometimes makes me crazy, I can't stop doing it.
I started a new project recently, something I really, really love but the beginning has been...a little torturous. I finally think I got the beginning right, though. So, I thought I'd share -
Lissa looked down, into a face so similar to her own she might as well have looked into a mirror.
"I know it's hard, Miss Franklin, but there has been no brain activity in nearly a week. There is nothing more we can do." The doctor stood there, hands in the pockets of his lab coat and rocking on the balls of his feet. As if her sister didn't matter. As if pulling the plug on Emily's life would have no effect at all on Lissa.
The tears she'd been holding back finally fell, hitting the crease between her hand and Emily's before disappearing between them. This was her fault. Emily would never have met Derek if not for Lissa. Em should be laughing and chatting with her friends at the baby shower, not lying in a hospital bed with machines breathing for her. With her belly still stretched from pregnancy.
"Emily could be the difference between life and death for more than ten people, but we have to act."