The shadowy figure turned from his intended victim and advanced with a knife in his hand and a smirk on his face. Francis “Frankie” Ryan’s phone roused her from the same dream that had haunted her for weeks. Lieutenant Marks made a half-hearted attempt to sound apologetic. “I hope I didn’t wake you, Francis. You’ve […]
I’m a strong believer that in any good story or novel, each individual scene should be able to stand on its own merit, outside of the collective work. If it can’t, it’s probably not vital to the story. And if it’s not vital to the story, kill it. Even long, dense works of fiction are made up of the same small blocks: words, sentences, and scenes.