Ask Me ..... How i know there's a God up in the heavens!

Prologue

When in the course of human events.....     

No, no, no. That won't do either. How to tell this story?

My editor says the reader needs to relate to my character's emotions. Your character isn't scared. She's not panicking. There's not enough emotion. The reader has to be able to relate.

I was too afraid to panic! The war taught GI Jane here; to bury emotions while in survival mode. That's why it's survival mode; because if you don't bury emotions, you don't survive! That's why its called POST traumatic stress.

Ask me how I know?

Well, I'm glad you mentioned PTSD; but your character isn't realistic!

Really? How do you know? This happened to me; not you. So....

Ask me how I know?

What's the conflict? What does your character want more than anything? Establish where the story is going. You need to do this.... all in the first chapter! Your story doesn't hook me, so I wouldn't keep reading it.

Yet who has believed our report? Who would believe our report? You got caught in a time warp?... Where? You got stuck in Jerusalem?.... When? You did what to Jesus Christ...... How?

Ask me.....

I see her as a little girl hiding in her room.

She takes another bath and she sprays her mama's perfume.

She tries to wipe away the scent he left behind, but it haunts her mind.

You see, she's his little rag, nothing more than just a waif.

And he's mopping up his need, she is tired and afraid.

Maybe she'll find a way through these awful years; to disappear.

Ask me if I think there's a God up in the Heaven?

Where did He go in the middle of her shame?

Ask me if I think there's a God up in the Heaven?

I see no mercy, and no one down here's naming names.

Nobody's naming names!

Now, she's looking in the mirror at a lovely woman face.

No more frightened little girl, like she's gone without a trace.

Still she leaves the light burning in the hall. It's hard to sleep at all;

'Til she crawls up in her bed acting quiet as a mouse.

Deep inside she's listening, for a creaking in the house.

But no one's left to harm her, she's finally safe and sound.

There's a peace she's found.

Ask me how I know there's a God up in the Heavens.

Where did He go in the middle of my shame?

Ask me how I know there's a God up in the Heavens.

I say His mercy is bringing me life again!

I'm coming to life again!

So ask me.....

(Ask Me - song by Amy Grant) 

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