I had been struggling with the first few lines of my novel for a while. It’s so important to hit the page with the right tone from the outset, and to draw your readers in, but all I seemed to be able to spew out was a load of wordy nonsense that didn’t really even make any sense to me. But thanks to Ruth, a member of a writing group I attend, I think I may have got it (or close anyway). I have posted it below and would like to hear any thoughts on it, if you could spare the time.
It was Friday and the winter was beginning to lose its grip, but the nights were still long and the air cool. I stood in the hallway and fastened my jacket. The mirror there threw my reflection back to me and for a moment I didn’t recognise those eyes as my own; it was as if the image of myself I could see matched my scattered thoughts – fragile, brittle, as if it might fall apart at any moment.
Any comments would be much appreciated, Rob.