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Story lines are ever plentiful around my desk. There are times when I can read the Police Blotter in the local paper and find at least ten of the little buggers waiting to be taken out for a spin. Each one gets placed in an “Ideas” file and put away until such time as I can get to it.
Today I decided that share such a snippet of thought and tentative plotting as comes my way. This is a peek at a scene on a proposed romance novel. I leave it up to you to tell me if you believe the premise to be worthy of pursuing further. Since I have nothing invested in it so far, if I’m told that it couldn’t possibly work as it is for a viable story, I could let it go with no harm done.
Any one of the following names could be the main character’s name. Feel free to use whichever one strikes your fancy while reading: Meadow Kramer, Hartlyn Price, Avyanna Whelan, and Kassidi Kearney.
Night Songs
by Claudette J. Young
She moved to the small, rural community to begin a new project, to discover whether what she believed could be done or whether she’d wake from her dream with her life in ashes. The lonely countryside gave her the solitude she needed to work where city noises wouldn’t interfere.
Soon, the sheriff arrived on her doorstep. He’d had complaints that she’d disturbed their tiny burg with her nighttime prowling and suspicious behavior. He began citing all of the neighbors who had witnessed her, with odd things in her hands, while she roamed the fields, meadows, and forests late into the night.
She laughed and invited Sheriff Matt Swanson into her poorly maintained rental. It seemed that five miles wasn’t far enough outside of town to keep prying eyes averted. She gestured for him to follow her to her workroom.
The tiny second bedroom housed electronic equipment, keyboards, and sundry other items attached to electrical cords or jack cables. She handed him her “odd equipment” before she asks if she can get him a cup of coffee.
Over coffee, she explained that she uses sensitive listening equipment to hear as much of the night noises as possible. She then blended those sounds of the wild, so to speak, with the sounds that the universe made as it spun on its axis. She told him about some of the recordings of celestial music that she’d made during the past fifteen years. She told him how she’d like to combine nature’s own music to that of the cosmos, without having to include man in the mix.
With this beginning, the premise is set for the start of the story. It hints at possible trouble along the route to the end and sets up a possible romance between the main character and that oh, so professional sheriff. The question remains how it will progress from here. This is only the opening volley.
You tell me. What would you suggest as the next move on this story—aside from creating a full plot line? What kind of crises could arise from the little that you see here? Can she sooth the suspicious town’s people and live in peace. Or, will they make her life so troublesome that she quits and returns to her former home?
What do you think? I’d really like to know how you see this story unwinding. Please, leave your comment below.
A bientot,
Claudsy
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