OK Seven Days, if you’re interested, was my first novel. It had seven chapters and the content went like this:
Woman finds herself in a nuclear bunker following a nuclear holocaust. Explores bunker. Waits for others to come.
Nobody comes. To keep from going mad, she starts to write a diary. Since she has no present and probably no future, she writes about the past. On Tuesday she remembers her early childhood.
She remembers her adolescence
Crisis. Loss of love, rejection. Suicide attempt. (any connection with Good Friday is entirely intentional)
Ah! here’s where we find out what’s really going on. There hasn’t been a holocaust at all. The whole thing is set in the future and here’s where the plot twist comes in that explains how she came to be there in the first place.
Realisation. She comes out of the bunker.
I think it’s ready for rewriting. I can see a lot more possibilities in it now. Maybe I’ll present the idea to a publisher. That’s the best way to do these things, I’m told.
Going to the Martyrs today. We think it’s probably the place to be. I like Trinity but I think maybe the guy’s sermon last week was a sign.