First and Worst
One of the scenes I remember most strongly from student days spent watching too much cinema, is the “Valentine” scene in Silence of the Lambs, when Clarice unearths the head of flautist Benjamin Raspail. Lecter describes it as “the first efforts of a fledgeling serial killer”. Well, we writers all had to start somewhere too.
This series came out of a discussion we had when Sarah posted The Wizard and I a week or so back. So as and when anyone is feeling brave enough, we’ll be posting samples of our very first footsteps in the literary world. It’ll be fascinating to see just how little progress we’ve made in all those years. An enormous thanks to Heikki for putting his head above the parapet and agreeing to be first.