How nobody had an idea, wrote it down, and became rich
We're starting to write a YA novel. How's this for an opening:
Call me Opal. Some months ago- don't ask me how many precisely - having little or no coinage in my handbag, and no cute boys of interest to me in my hometown, I thought I would drive off the spleen and regulate the circulation a bit, if you know what I mean.
The times were good, the times were bad. Some said my actions were wise, others foolish. I saw the light as I entered darkness. Hope floated in the icy waters of despair.
