"Scotland’s weather was good on the whole. Apart from the summer when Gordon Pearce got too hot. Nothing worse than the sun on your skin, making your armpits prickle and your back as wet as a river-bed.
"But, no, it was spring, and here he was, walking down to the beach in his t-shirt.
"Taking his three-legged dog, Hilda, for a walk."
What's going on here? Short, punchy sentences. A scene made up of short bits of action — mini-scenes — each with a punch line of its own. And bits of rough humor. Sounds like this could also work for reluctant writers.
"Now, it wasn’t as if Pearce had suddenly stopped in the middle of the road. He’d been crossing at an even pace. And when he’d set foot off the pavement, there was no traffic. This peanut-headed arse-hole had pulled out without looking. Or maybe it was on purpose. Which was even worse.
"The driver stuck his head out of the car window again, and said, `Why the fuck don’t you move? And take your stupid dog with you.'
"What the fuck was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he just be polite? These days, everyone was a rude fuck."
Read a sample chapter from Kill Clock here.
© Peter Rozovsky 2009