Journalism 101?


“She’d taken the world by storm; this thin, auburn-haired transplant from the north. Everybody said so, but that was before Tuesday. Before someone smashed in her skull with a saber saw. Before flecks of brain matter painted the walls of her Myrtle Beach bungalow pink. Before her mottled brown boxer had tracked blood through the house and down the steps to the courtyard left open by her escaping assailant. Now, all that remained of her once brilliantly millennial majesty was coffin flies and a rotting corpse. How was Elizabeth to cover this disaster that had occurred in her own back yard? Nothing she’d learned in journalism 101 could ever have prepared her for this, or what was about to happen.”

I think this would make a great lead-in to a book proposal. What say you?