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NC Novel

Posted February 12, 2008

You have received a hefty advance from a prominent publisher who has hired you to write a novel set in North Carolina. Your deadline today is to let the publisher know where in the state your tale will begin and what your opening sentence will be.

Sound like fun?

Well, let’s get started. Here’s the plan. We will take in as many ideas as possible today. Tomorrow we will vote on the most interesting idea. And on Thursday we will write a chapter in the book using the creative talents of our many bloggers.

Don't be shy. There are no bad ideas.

If you need some inspiration to get started I would suggest reading a passage or two from the marvelous new book Literary Trails of the Western NC Mountains by Georgann Eubanks. Feel free to pick a spot anywhere in NC for your intriguing tale.


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  • no more - no less Feb 13, 2008

    I vote for Southport by mdoodle.

  • Glomae Feb 13, 2008

    As I stepped out of my car onto the sandy shores of Roanoke Island, I realized that a colony was not the only thing that had been lost in this place.

  • blytle Feb 13, 2008

    Wow, ginnyh24, I am so gratified that I have you intrigued. I guess I'll have to keep writing!

  • MaplesMom Feb 12, 2008

    The snow had set in and the power was out; therefore our mountain cottage in Blowing Rock was cold, dark and the errie wind noises where enough to to scare old man winter right out of town. That is the reason we were moritified to hear the slow footsteps outside and then a loud knock at our secluded cottage door.

  • jakiret99 Feb 12, 2008

    It's almost sundown at Cape Hatteras, the breese is cool and sand still warm as I sit gazing out over the ocean. In the distance a sailboat appears, reminding me of childhood stories of Blackbeard. Why is this boat out so late? Why has it been in the same position for almost an hour? What's happening out there?

  • MyKidRox Feb 12, 2008

    The rumbling bellies were no match for Pastor's divine words of faith. Upon finishing his prayer and offering up his heartiest "Amen!," parishoners spilled out of the pews, scrambling for each available exit. Ladies decked out in uptown dresses and spectator pumps lean carefully into car trunks to retrieve trays of fried chicken, pimento cheese sandwiches and 12 layer, chocolate cakes. Eager, little feet in Buster Brown shoes run toward the tables to claim a spot in which to reach for the prize of a drumstick and all the sweets they can pile onto a styrofoam plate. Men in polished Florsheim's pull out chairs for the elderly and offer their spots in line to children. It's dinner on the grounds at Live Oak's annual Homecoming...

  • ginnyh24 Feb 12, 2008

    mdoodle, when you finish that book, I want to read it. I'm already intrigued.

  • softballmom Feb 12, 2008

    I step onto the deck and deeply breathe in the warm salt air. I look out over the waves and search the water for signs of dolphins. The brisk wind blows my hair, but no one cares at the beach. It's another beautiful day on Topsail Island.

  • truesue Feb 12, 2008

    correction: broken for borken on last post

  • truesue Feb 12, 2008

    The rough color and pitch pine smell of wind-borken loblollys entered the senses as a bit of lower heaven. Rowena lifted her skirts, stepped into the surf from the rowboat and lifted her chin to view the treetops of Roanoke.




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