It was a sad day here at the Hilmo house.
I had to kill off my prologue for With A Name Like Love.
You see, I'm working through a round of edits and my very insightful editor suggested I look at that prologue and ask myself if it was really necessary.
I was preparing a brilliant argument for why it needed to stay.
and then I realized something.
She was right.
It was a string of pretty words (imho) but it wasn't absolutely necessary. The same information could be threaded through my first chapter.
So, I hummed taps and said a little prayer...thank you prologue. your first line was my first concept of this novel. you were the spark that led to the journey. and then I chopped it.
In honor of the occasion, I'm going to post that prologue here on my blog. It is the last the world will see of it.
Ollie's daddy was born a preacher, no choice in the matter. Her granddaddy was a preacher man, as was his daddy before him all the way back to the time of Moses. The Good Lord ushered him into that long line of preachers and then his parents gave him the name, Everlasting Love. No. There was no choice in her daddy's life.
Ollie was just lucky she was born a girl. Of course, she still carried the family name of Love, but her mama shed a little mercy on her and her sisters when it came to giving out the first names. She was just plain old Olivene. Ollie for short. Her sisters were Martha, Gwen, Camille and Ellen. No preacher boys born into that family. At least not yet...
good bye, prologue. may you rest in peace