Lend me your thoughts!

Ever seen those aspiring novelists or journalists in movies or TV shows? Without fail, someone will ask to read their work and like clockwork all the writers will cry out "NO!" and pratically tackle their computers to avoid any peeking. I've never understood this response. It seems to me the whole point of writing is to share something with another person. 

So as I begin my own literary experience I will share bits and pieces of this story with you. If you have any comments I would love to hear them. Afterall, a story doesn't belong to just one person; it is owned by everyone.

Chapter 1: Lede

Lede: The beginning of a story.

Through the lede the reader gets the main idea of the story

I do not allow fate or destiny to guide my life; I don’t like handing over control to “the powers that be” that work in ways that are mysterious and unknown.

Sticking with what I know and choose for myself seems the safer route, or so I thought.

It was a Wednesday afternoon when “the powers that be” pulled the rug out from under my feet. It started out as a routine workday at the Ledger paper. The rush of deadline was over and the warm spring day had brought a comfortable calm to the newsroom. Although only having a thin strip of windows on one wall, sunlight still cut through the dim and showered onto the dark brick walls, the rows of cubicles and the many teetering stacks of old editions  that appeared in every corner of the room. The screens on all the Apple computers had blinked to screen savers as we all crowded to one side for the weekly review. While everyone rolled their chairs over and sat down, I became absorbed with watching comets, planets and galaxies fade in and out on one computer screen. I was admiring Saturn’s rings when Patrick, the editor, cleared his throat, a signal that the meeting was about to begin.