As writers and bloggers we know how important a “hook” is.
Our masterpieces can fall into the abyss without the right hook, the focus, to pull the reader in. All effort and emotion output gone. A small flaw destroying the beautiful whole.
What changes this? Practice, reading, dedication — to a point. However there are more tools, and the Blogging University offers one this month. A workshop-style course at the writer’s speed for bloggers/writers/anyone, really.
The first post discusses THE ANGLE — the precise way you choose to tell the story. What makes it attractive to readers inundated with a multitude of stories. THE ANGLE, maybe …
In preparation, I slayed some inner demons — via a fiction piece rooted in a quasi-personal experience, as all tales are — and am offering a short part here. The angle is key, as is reader engagement.
Here it is, a humble offering from yours truly:
“I watched the mother’s one-arm hug, the quickness of the gesture, and wondered at a love that floods the heart only to drain like water from a tub. How did it feel? Seeing her son after a thirty-year absence.
The airport noise — announcements, hurried steps — nothing fell into any kind of sequence. The sight of Gage laughing nervously as he asked about her luggage, the flight, anything but what mattered unfolded like a fuzzy movie scene. Nothing fit the order, rogue little pieces of the world gone astray. One modicum of certainty in this unreliable life should be a mother’s constant love and presence. Shouldn’t it?
We made our way past a group of Chinese tourists documenting the big arrival to Los Angeles International Airport. I glanced back searching for the mothers. A woman ruffled a teenager’s hair; another pointed to a sign laughing with a young man. Same as my mother’s laughter when sharing new discoveries. She laughed with all her heart. With her eyes. Her entire being.
The air smelled of stale humanity, odors that broke from the regular smells of the world. We rushed toward the exit, no luggage to be collected, only the bag Gage carried for his new-found mother who led our single file line toward the exit as if all life form depended on abandoning the rendezvous place. Maybe the smell affected her too. The chaos this reunion seemed to create in our delicate souls. Run. Maybe the world will rearrange itself out there.”
~~~ Thank you for reading. Tell me, if you will, about your writing angle. Or anything you’d like to share.
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