Post by Lea on May 18, 2018 12:55:58 GMT -5
I'm trying my hand at an adult action/adventure thriller/suspense novel. I currently have in mind writing it from four different perspectives. To get a better idea of my struggle, I guess it might help to know what it is my book is about.
Essentially, four adults all from different walks of life who have never met each other are all suddenly blackmailed into coming together and committing a crime (drug smuggling). They're all rather ordinary people, which is reason one as to why they're chosen: they're people no one would ever suspect. Reason two is that they each have a secret which they do not want anyone knowing about and thus making it easy for them to be blackmailed.
It's a silly premise that I have yet to fully work out, but I've only written chapter one and stuck on chapter two. Again, it's from the perspective of four adults (ranging from 37 years old to 47 years old).
Also, here are the first 539 words of my 3076 word first chapter if you'd like to see it xD
Essentially, four adults all from different walks of life who have never met each other are all suddenly blackmailed into coming together and committing a crime (drug smuggling). They're all rather ordinary people, which is reason one as to why they're chosen: they're people no one would ever suspect. Reason two is that they each have a secret which they do not want anyone knowing about and thus making it easy for them to be blackmailed.
It's a silly premise that I have yet to fully work out, but I've only written chapter one and stuck on chapter two. Again, it's from the perspective of four adults (ranging from 37 years old to 47 years old).
- Edmund Jenson: 47; Retired Lawyer, High School Teacher [secret: used unethical means to frame a defendant of a crime the defendant did not commit]
- Kristin O'Neil: 37; Stay at home mom [secret: gave up a daughter for adoption when she was a teen and still keeps up with her even though the said daughter is now in her early twenties]
- Martin Micheals: 39; Store Manager [secret: is married and having an affair]
- Alexis Greene: 45; City Comptroller (financial director) [secret: uses her companies money as a sort of "credit card", takes money out of the budget and pays it back later]
Also, here are the first 539 words of my 3076 word first chapter if you'd like to see it xD
This is so disrespectful. This was so disrespectful. Watching as one of the students stood up midclass and just walked out. No word was spoken, she did not ask if she could use the restroom or have a note to excuse her from class. She just left. Edmund was pissed. Right in the middle of a lecture. He even had a pointer in his hand, pointing out the different countries with whom the United States was allied with. Germany, France, Australia. Edmund did not miss a beat, however, and mentally noted that he would have to write up a referral at the end of class.
This was not the first time that he had an issue with this student; she had spoken up in class before to basically ridicule his teaching methods and she had been sent out of class numerous of times. She had never just walked out on him. Which is why he brought his lecture to an end, slowly. He could see the diming interest in the eyes of his tenth graders, especially as they became more concerned with where their classmate had gone. One student, whom Edmund had mentally named Nerdette despite her name being Alicia, raised her hand as he made his finishing statements. Edmund wanted to ignore her, but by the way her hand was waving vigorously in the air he knew that she probably wouldn’t put it down.
“Yes, Ms. Anderson?” he asked, his voice edging with annoyance. She dropped her hand immediately and began tapping on her desk as she asked her question, her voice inquisitive and slightly nasally, “Why did Cynthia leave class?” Edmund held back a groan, “I am not sure, Alicia. I’m sure I’ll find out tomorrow or this afternoon.” It was clear that Alicia did not completely believe him. For a teacher should always know where his students are when they were and should be in his class. In Alicia’s world, Edmund presumed, a student never left class without permission from the teacher. Edmund wanted to tell Alicia to mind her own business but elected not to and turned back to his lecture.
He pressed the clicker button one last time, going through the last slide, before setting the clicker down and looking around the class. No one was paying attention. He had worked so hard on these slides and had prepared so many notes for the lecture, yet these kids could care less. Half of them were on their cell phones and the other half were making half-assed attempts at quietly talking amongst themselves. Edmund cleared his throat, catching the attention of his students, and in a monotone and defeated voice he said, “I think that since it is the last day before exams start, I should let you all out early- “ he had barely finished before students were hurriedly zipping up their bags, “As there are only ten minutes left you are all free to go. And yes, if you get caught by administration, “rat” me out.” He even did finger quotations as he said the word rat. It was almost as if, by magic, all the students were gone at once, the door swinging open as the last student disappeared down the hall.
This was not the first time that he had an issue with this student; she had spoken up in class before to basically ridicule his teaching methods and she had been sent out of class numerous of times. She had never just walked out on him. Which is why he brought his lecture to an end, slowly. He could see the diming interest in the eyes of his tenth graders, especially as they became more concerned with where their classmate had gone. One student, whom Edmund had mentally named Nerdette despite her name being Alicia, raised her hand as he made his finishing statements. Edmund wanted to ignore her, but by the way her hand was waving vigorously in the air he knew that she probably wouldn’t put it down.
“Yes, Ms. Anderson?” he asked, his voice edging with annoyance. She dropped her hand immediately and began tapping on her desk as she asked her question, her voice inquisitive and slightly nasally, “Why did Cynthia leave class?” Edmund held back a groan, “I am not sure, Alicia. I’m sure I’ll find out tomorrow or this afternoon.” It was clear that Alicia did not completely believe him. For a teacher should always know where his students are when they were and should be in his class. In Alicia’s world, Edmund presumed, a student never left class without permission from the teacher. Edmund wanted to tell Alicia to mind her own business but elected not to and turned back to his lecture.
He pressed the clicker button one last time, going through the last slide, before setting the clicker down and looking around the class. No one was paying attention. He had worked so hard on these slides and had prepared so many notes for the lecture, yet these kids could care less. Half of them were on their cell phones and the other half were making half-assed attempts at quietly talking amongst themselves. Edmund cleared his throat, catching the attention of his students, and in a monotone and defeated voice he said, “I think that since it is the last day before exams start, I should let you all out early- “ he had barely finished before students were hurriedly zipping up their bags, “As there are only ten minutes left you are all free to go. And yes, if you get caught by administration, “rat” me out.” He even did finger quotations as he said the word rat. It was almost as if, by magic, all the students were gone at once, the door swinging open as the last student disappeared down the hall.
