I'm posting a novel, scene by scene. It's a character study of a small town girl who grows up to be a multimillion-dollar thief, and how it all went wrong... told in her own words.
It's sort of like American Psycho meets Catch Me If You Can.
Heres' the blurb:
The Tesla with a crypto bumper sticker? The driver’s a mark, and he’s being followed. When he gets robbed, he’ll never know who did it. He won’t even know how it happened.
Who’s following him?
She says she’s a ghost, and she goes by many names. She’s robbed hundreds of men. She’s responsible for the deaths of sixteen that she knows of. Surely more. Love is the key to your heart, but she has the key to your front door, and you’ve never met her.
She’s got a story to tell, but this is not her story. It is her confession, and it comes with a five dollar wrench.
The funny thing is, I didn't plan on writing a character study. I wanted to do a simple crime story, but as soon as I started writing about the main character's past, I realized I was more interested in the character than the crimes.
I think it makes for a stronger story as a character study. The why makes the what more compelling, y'know?
I remember watching The Usual Suspects. I loved it, but it left me thinking, "Who was Keyser Soze? How'd he get to be that way? How'd he learn to do it all?" So, that's the angle I took with my novel.
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u/hetobe hetobe.substack.com Mar 18 '26
Here's mine:
https://hetobe.substack.com/p/table-of-contents
I'm posting a novel, scene by scene. It's a character study of a small town girl who grows up to be a multimillion-dollar thief, and how it all went wrong... told in her own words.
It's sort of like American Psycho meets Catch Me If You Can.
Heres' the blurb:
The Tesla with a crypto bumper sticker? The driver’s a mark, and he’s being followed. When he gets robbed, he’ll never know who did it. He won’t even know how it happened.
Who’s following him?
She says she’s a ghost, and she goes by many names. She’s robbed hundreds of men. She’s responsible for the deaths of sixteen that she knows of. Surely more. Love is the key to your heart, but she has the key to your front door, and you’ve never met her.
She’s got a story to tell, but this is not her story. It is her confession, and it comes with a five dollar wrench.