A Good Story“The foundation of a good story is inspiration, research, and the ability to develop an idea into a commercially viable product that audiences will want to see.” Jason J. Tomaric, The Power Filmmaking Kit.
This is true in the case of a book, also. What kind of book are you writing? You should know that from the beginning. Are you writing for yourself or an audience. Either is fine. But if you want to make money doing this, you need to write to an audience.
So write what you know. Write what you’ve seen, experienced or lived. The scenes must resonate with your audience so you need to put a bit of truth into the fiction. You can do this if you’ve lived or know about or experienced the situation. The material will be stronger because of the truth in the lies.
This is an excerpt from a workshop I’m doing called, Lights! Camera! Bestseller!
This brings up an interesting point. You need to live. At one point in my life, I didn’t write for several years. I call them my living years. I graduated from college, married, lived overseas and even had a child. I need to have those experiences to write about life in general.
Go live, then come back and write.
Waking up next to a dead guy can ruin your whole day. When a wise-cracking interior decorator wants to put her past behind her, the dead body of the mayor’s son makes her realize that won’t happen too easily. A conservative former computer geek for the FBI is holding on too tightly to his past. His wife died under suspicious circumstances and he believes the decorator has the information to solve the case. Unfortunately for him, she isn’t speaking until a series of events convinces her she needs protection especially when her biggest secret threatens to destroy both of their lives. This was originally published as A View to a Kilt.
“There’s a pack of reporters out there.”
Gazing past him out the two sets of glass doors, she saw the news vans. Damn. She bit her lip, glancing from him to the door. She sighed. “Is there another way out?”
He nodded and she found herself following the man. She took two steps, then stopped short. Am I crazy?
He turned to look at her.
“What? The other door is this way.”
“Who are you?”
He smiled and saluted. “Gus Macpherson, a friend of Lieutenant Bob Carnes.”
Her eyes narrowed, but he looked like the type of friend Bob might have. With his erect posture and constantly scanning eyes, “Cop” might well have been stamped on his forehead. She looked around the hallway then back at Gus. “If you touch me, I’ll scream.” Just in case she assessed him incorrectly.
He put his hands up. “These will not come anywhere near you.”
“Okay, lead on.”
He continued in the direction he had indicated earlier. Some part of her brain registered a nice butt in worn jeans. The thought went no further. The tall man led her through the emergency department, down a hallway to the Main Entrance.
She stopped by the door, arms crossed. “Won’t there be reporters, here?”
The redhead shook his head. “Take a look.”
No news vans.
“You’re right,” she said, but when she looked up the man had disappeared.
Chris Redding lives in New Jersey with her husband, two kids, one dog and two rabbits. She graduated from Penn State with a degree in journalism. When she isn’t writing, she works part time for a local winery.
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Books by Chris Redding:
The Drinking Game
Confessions: Volume One
License to Nerd
What Exit Angel
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