HBrookhouse
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Hi, I had written my first serious novel in the present tense, but a professional review said that this can get a bit wearing (I would normally agree with that and was astonished that I was writing it in the present tense at all, but it seemed to work). They said this was fine for the prologue, but once the book starts, proper, I should revert to past tense. Well, the nature of the prologue (or "Prelude" as it is called) is such that this didn't really work, so I set about changing the entire thing to past tense (I'm perfectly happy with that). However, the opening seemed to lose something in doing so, so what I've ended up doing is maintaining present tense for the opening paragraph, then reverting to past tense thereafter. It being narrated, I think I can get away with this. It certainly sounds right (and I do tend to listen to the musicality of the structure).
Anyway, see what you think and comment as appropriate (hoping I've included enough to get the feel)
A shadow at a darkened upstairs window, I watch a front door open across the street. Just far enough for a cheek and barely half an eye to squash itself against the jam. Rats and men scurry to find their hiding places. Crawl spaces and sewers. An arm cranes out to grab the small, brown and white cross-breed, shivering on the step, blooded and scarred from its day's scavenging. The eye flicks up. Catches me full on. I jar back. No-one should be able to see me – not cos I'm hidden, but cos I'm really there – I'm not really anywhere. So who's behind the eye that they can?
The eye dropped, releasing me from its hold. The mutt was yanked inside with a yelp. The door clicked shut, locked and bolted – as if any of the advancing jackboots couldn't just kick it in with a swift underside, like the rest of the deserted street.
Bergmann's stance was predictable. I scanned the mumbling audience as their awareness reasserted itself from the vivid images sent directly to their visual cortices. Row upon row of zinc white faces, designer shades covering the gaps around the eyes left clear of the shrink-wrapped wipe-on-peel-off u.v. protection gel masks; a residue of global warming's aftermath.
Anyway, see what you think and comment as appropriate (hoping I've included enough to get the feel)
PRELUDE
“Just because, at the moment, something didn’t happen five minutes ago, doesn’t mean that in five minutes time it won’t have happened ten minutes ago.”
- Tobias Franklin (aka Cole) - c 2326
“Just because, at the moment, something didn’t happen five minutes ago, doesn’t mean that in five minutes time it won’t have happened ten minutes ago.”
- Tobias Franklin (aka Cole) - c 2326
A shadow at a darkened upstairs window, I watch a front door open across the street. Just far enough for a cheek and barely half an eye to squash itself against the jam. Rats and men scurry to find their hiding places. Crawl spaces and sewers. An arm cranes out to grab the small, brown and white cross-breed, shivering on the step, blooded and scarred from its day's scavenging. The eye flicks up. Catches me full on. I jar back. No-one should be able to see me – not cos I'm hidden, but cos I'm really there – I'm not really anywhere. So who's behind the eye that they can?
The eye dropped, releasing me from its hold. The mutt was yanked inside with a yelp. The door clicked shut, locked and bolted – as if any of the advancing jackboots couldn't just kick it in with a swift underside, like the rest of the deserted street.
Bergmann's stance was predictable. I scanned the mumbling audience as their awareness reasserted itself from the vivid images sent directly to their visual cortices. Row upon row of zinc white faces, designer shades covering the gaps around the eyes left clear of the shrink-wrapped wipe-on-peel-off u.v. protection gel masks; a residue of global warming's aftermath.