Novel Ideas....

The follwing few posts will have nothing to do with poker. As I explained early on, this blog is as much about me laying myself out there from time to time and taking whatever criticism my readers can offer.... I've begun working on a young adult/adult novel and am looking for some such criticism. As such, the following is the first 10 chapters/sections... I appreciate all posts, ideas, etc. and love criticism. But USEFUL criticism. "Man that sucked" or "GREAT!", though appreciated to an extent, do not help me in the least. Enjoy.


Chapter 1 -- Work in Progress

I’ve often wondered what she lacked.

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The processes that take place as we grow and wade through life are amazing. Children come into the world crying, smiling, bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, and lugging around heads that are three times too big for their feeble bodies. They love everyone, they have no biases, they shit themselves constantly, and are curious – full of questions that they can’t ask… yet. Then, just as the sun begins to rise upon both their infancy and uprightness, they begin to see things differently. They understand the word “no,” and biases begin to form. A young, white four year old is exposed to her first black child in the park one day – she has no idea what to think – no one ever explains it to her properly.

Five years later and girls hate boys, boys hate girls, and both are at constant odds with those who raised and instilled so firmly within them the prejudices that they already carry. A few more years down the road and they are swearing. They take a drag off a cancer stick for the first time and nearly gag, but force it – cool has now become the most important thing. The sun sets a few more times and suddenly they are behind the wheel of nearly two tons of steel, taught to propel it at speeds over 100 miles per hour. They’ve been dating for a while, but this is the big step – the car. They lose their virginity a half hour after curfew on some random night, in the backseat of their parents’ random car, to some random girl or guy who, unbeknownst to them, they will neither talk to nor hear from again in just a few, short random years. The next day they fight, terror-stricken to remove the thick white stain from the unrelenting back seat – he didn’t know anything came out of her, really….

Two years down the road and they are “adults”. Eighteen years of age and expected to have obtained the quantity of common sense necessary to live a healthy, successful life. Remember what Einstein said though, “Common sense is a collection of prejudices acquired by the age of eighteen.” For some, by this time hate is a family value. Others have learned to love and respect their elders.