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This is the Opening of My Novel, Should I Keep Writing?
Be brutally honest, I literally want your feedback in the comments, pull no punches!
What follows is the first 500 words or so of a novel I am working on.
My questions for you:
- Is this a story worth reading?
- Would this opening entice you to read on?
- Am I wasting my time?
I look forward to reading your feedback in the comments, be honest and pull no punches!
Here we go…
A fine mist of blood floated through the air, sprinkling a translucent red over the potted marigolds resting on the bar top by the door. Quentin stood on the counter at La Cantina Cantante with a sawed off 12 gauge in his right hand and a citrus juice reamer, from behind the bar, in his left. He leapt off the counter, his duster jacket opened like a parachute as he dropped in over to the fallen carcass on the floor. The carcass was still moving, inching towards the door, a worm in cowboy boots.
“Hola señor, where are you going?” Quentin asked with a Tex-Mex drawl.
The man was silent with the exception of a pulsating, high pitched, whistle that was coming from a small hole in his neck as he breathed out.
