STARTING POINT

​Objects and images easily inspire me—often, they can spur me to create a full scene, if not the entire plot. While my brain is writing all the time, my keyboard is falling behind. In my mind I’m writing thousands of books… in reality it takes time to finish one. I always start somewhere. 
 
I invite you to join me at my desk where my creativity runs wild, where anything is possible and where rules are meant to be broken.
 
Take a moment and try to have some fun… If you like it I may invite you back.
 
So here we go, if this was the image on a book cover… 

A.     As Angela stood on the tracks, in her new red stilettos and watched the train get smaller and smaller, she wondered if it was possible to survive with her heart severed from her body and disappearing fast. 

B.     “Shoes?” Georgie turned on Amy and stabbed her with her glare. “At a time like this you take me shopping for shoes? Are you crazy?” Of course this would have been perfectly logical in Amy’s eyes. There was no problem that a pair of fabulous shoes couldn’t fix. She shook her head.
Amy turned to her in complete surprise. “But they aren’t just any shoes…” 
 
C.     Carley knew she should have worn her practical flats. She wasn’t even through the breakfast rush and her feet were already screaming. She sighed at her own stupidity. What kind of fool shows up for her first day of waitressing in red stilettos? What was she thinking? She had to make a go of this job. There was too much riding on it. She had to make smarter choices. She wasn’t the only one at stake here. 

Feel free to share your own opening line.

Michelle