Curse of the Writer

Chapter two: The narrator

You have no idea how terrifying it is to hold the key to their freedom in my palms. The pen is a lot mightier than the sword indeed. With mine I either draw your interest and succeed in a never ending loop of new stories with new characters.

Or?

There is no or.

If I don’t succeed they don’t make it. Its cruel but true and there isn’t a writer who could have better motivation to be a best seller than I do. I want my characters to live. And to be alive beyond the pages I write about them. I want them to seep into your dreams and show you a whole other side to the story. I want them to breathe. Breathe life into cold hearts and clear minds of the clouded. As I sit and sigh deeply writing this I can only ask you not to put down this book. Don’t leave until you’ve heard their stories and maybe save some room in your hearts for theirs. So beloved readers it’s without further ado that I the Narrator introduce to you Jesse Antonio Romero, Alexia Rachel Arendse and Deirdre Walter.

Jesse is what you might call the antihero in writing. He is a tall, tan striking young man. I’ll leave the audience to create the more precise details. After all Jesse is a man full of mysterious. And I have a feeling they’ll be coming back to haunt him.

Hold on I’m not quite done yet. Alexia well she’s what we would like to call a catch 22. She’s the whole “will she or won’t she”. You decide if her constant inner conflict is dull or intriguing. I must say glad I’m not the only one facing an inner monologue anymore. Brown hair, green eyes with that cliché doe caught in headlights expression. Well, she has her own closet full of skeletons and I think the latch on the door is about to break with one too many secrets. It’ll have us all of us asking “who is Alexia, really?”

Let’s not forget the older character Deirdre Walter. She’s no spring chicken yet I’d like to know what she could possibly have in common with these two kids. I mean it’s a fair question since she’s a middle aged red head professor. Why is there a connection? Is there something we might have missed?

Well, all will be revealed. Once, I set the scene and disappear for a while to let you get to know the characters a little better. When I come back I’d love to know who you’re routing for...