- Joined
- Aug 26, 2009
- Messages
- 291
- Reaction score
- 26
I just happened to read that opening your novel with a dream sequence is a big no no. And of course, I am guilty of this. Where do all these rules come from? To me, as a reader, I wouldn't be turned off by this type of intro. Actually, it's not even a dream, but a vision of a past life. She has several of these throughout the story.
Please read my opening paragraphs and let me know if I should come up with a new beginning or stick with what I've got and hope for the best. Note the dream will be italicized so it's obvious to the reader.
“Don’t you ever lay a hand upon me again, you pathetic wench. You will obey me.” He kissed her hard on the mouth, biting her lip. “It’s time to show you who is master.”
She winced in pain, turning her face away from his gin – soaked breath. He shoved her onto the bed, knocking the wind out of her, and she watched in terror as he moved toward her with a menacing glint in his eye.
Quinn shot up in bed, her heart thundering in her chest. The back of her neck was damp and instantly cooled, sending chills down her spine. She looked around and felt a rush of relief -- it was one of those dreams again.
Thanks for any advice you can give!!
Please read my opening paragraphs and let me know if I should come up with a new beginning or stick with what I've got and hope for the best. Note the dream will be italicized so it's obvious to the reader.
She slapped the man in the face, her hand stinging on impact.
The man’s blue eyes narrowed and he grabbed her roughly by the shoulders, pressing his thumbs into her collar bone.“Don’t you ever lay a hand upon me again, you pathetic wench. You will obey me.” He kissed her hard on the mouth, biting her lip. “It’s time to show you who is master.”
She winced in pain, turning her face away from his gin – soaked breath. He shoved her onto the bed, knocking the wind out of her, and she watched in terror as he moved toward her with a menacing glint in his eye.
Quinn shot up in bed, her heart thundering in her chest. The back of her neck was damp and instantly cooled, sending chills down her spine. She looked around and felt a rush of relief -- it was one of those dreams again.
Thanks for any advice you can give!!

