My Inspirations Messages and Dreams

MY FIRST NOVEL

I will write my stories driven by plot (more on this later) while fleshing out with interesting characters and mind-bending scenery. I promise to live up to these goals.

How do I drive my stories by plot? Please read the following Inspiration

I will write the story. according to basic plot that I have Storyboarded. Will leave out much to encourage a sense of mystery. I will also use. Sub-plots, a what “if” plots to provide a break in logical reasoning and confusing the reader, at times. However, these sub- plots have their own reasoning, and I use them to help the reader think about possibilities. I will use them, until we must move onto the Real plot. I think you will mysteriousness to the story, and hopefully thoroughly engage the reader.

MY FIRST STORY

MESSAGES

DREAMS
My first story.

My name is Cassandra, and I wander around my lovely cliff top town of Taormina, next to the Mediterranean Sea. Anyone who visits or lives here smells the salt water, fish, spicy meals, and the streets.

I Love to solve problems, love people, and love life. I work as a private Investigator, I also love my job

Zarathustra, an Iranian visitor, walked in deep thought on the hot sandy beach. Reveling in the sights and sounds of Taormina, He almost walked into Cassandra who sidestepped him on the beach. Ah, he saw this rather plain young lady, who had this amazing aura. He wished her “an interesting day”. Cassandra said “hello” and thought “I want to really know this man.”

He was dressed in a strange bathing suit and looked frail, call and gaunt he stared at her with these intense mystical eyes. Kismet. He believed this meeting might become the kernel of his life walk.

He continued to look at me, and finally asked “Have we met previously in this life?”

I considered the question and thought about how to respond. Looking downward at his feet, she only smiled with a questioning look. “I don't know this man, what does he want?”

Zarathushtra, also looked away nodding and smiling. He did not want to overwhelm her with his presence. He stayed silent and walked on. He had completed his work and knew that we would meet again.

(Is it supposed to be scary or creepy? That’s the vibe I get. Like the beginning of a horror novel. Maybe add more descriptive stuff, less introspection. (This is a comment From my amazing colleague and friend, Patricia, I will never forget her.)

This story will not become scary or creepy. I promise my readers that this story will be interesting and entertaining.