As I work on Out of Secrets, my thoughts constantly drift to the opening sentences. I don't think it's particularly strong. Well, actually, I think it's weak. I wish to remedy that. But I'm not sure how to go about it. I thought I would turn to my faithful readers and ask for a critique of the beginning of Out of Secrets.
“Joshua Jackson… JJ, are you okay? You’ve been in the bathroom a long time. It’s almost time to go.” Mom’s voice was gentle, full of motherly concern.
I closed my eyes and took a moment to clear my voice of any emotion. “I’m fine. Be out in a minute.”
Mom’s footsteps retreated down the hall. I rubbed my hand over my face. Tiny hairs rasped against my skin. Freshly shaved and already the hair was growing? I flushed the toilet and moved to the sink to wash my hands. My gaze fell on the magazine laying open on the counter. A model sprawled across two pages, full lips turned into a pout and eyes dark and brooding. The tiny swimsuit left little to my imagination. My pulse quickened, sending blood south.
I snatched the magazine and flipped the page over. Another model glowered at me. It was as if she was angry I chose another to satisfy my hormones on. I shoved the magazine under the others piled next to the toilet and fled the bathroom. Shoving my feet into my shoes, I raced out the door after my family.