need help with book
I am currently writing a book. (my first one) and i need help. mostly with quotes and how the should be set up. i have a lot to write, but i hope to finish by October next year. the beginning is a little confusing but if you read the eventual book it will fit all together. here is part of my book.
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FULL MOON ON CHRISTMAS
“Granddad!, hurry up or we won’t find it!”
“Hold your horses jimmy, let me just finish my moon pie.”
Today is a special day for me. Today is the first time I going to pick up the Christmas tree with my granddad. My granddad is an old fellow, but he still thinks of himself as 65 years young. Granddad looks like any other old man. Grey beard, wrinkled sagging skin and few liver spots hear and there, but boy is he strong. Every year he and my dad would go chop down the biggest pine tree they could find in the forest behind our house. Every year they would go until my 14th birthday. This time it’s my turn to help.
“Granddad, granddad!, is this it?”, I said with a grin on my face.
I had just eyed upon the biggest pine tree I had seen in my life. Strong thick branches, lush green pines and not a single one too sharp.
“Yep Jimmy that’s the one! Hurry up and pass me the axe.”, replied granddad.
As I passed him the axe I cried, “Aww can’t I chop it down granddad? Please, please, please?”
“I’m sorry Jimmy but I can’t let you. You never know when something will happen, now pass me my axe.”, granddad said in strict tone.
I passed him the axe without saying another word. “Now stand back jimmy, don’t wanna get hurt now do ya?”, said granddad.
I saw him work, swing after swing. I knew granddad was strong, but only after 15 minutes granddad had already finished chopping through the thick trunk of the tree. “TIMBER!”, he yelled and the tree fell down with a loud THUD!, that sent all the birds in the trees to fly away in fright.
“Hand, me a moon pie jimmy, all that chopping was hard work and I sure am hungry.”, said granddad with short breath.
Moon pies are my granddads favorite snack. He would eat five or more a day! My mom would come home with a box of twelve of them and he would finish it all in a 2 days. Granddad always came up with excuses with why the box was empty. “The cat ate them!”, “I dropped the box in the dirt!” “I thought you got two!”, but the funniest one he came up with was, “A horde of rabid squirrels came in took the box and ran off!”
I would always laugh at his reasons and he would keep on saying that’s what really happened. “I swear! That’s what really happened! Would I ever lie to you guys?”
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suggestions on quotes and paragraph placement would be nice.
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FULL MOON ON CHRISTMAS
“Granddad!, hurry up or we won’t find it!”
“Hold your horses jimmy, let me just finish my moon pie.”
Today is a special day for me. Today is the first time I going to pick up the Christmas tree with my granddad. My granddad is an old fellow, but he still thinks of himself as 65 years young. Granddad looks like any other old man. Grey beard, wrinkled sagging skin and few liver spots hear and there, but boy is he strong. Every year he and my dad would go chop down the biggest pine tree they could find in the forest behind our house. Every year they would go until my 14th birthday. This time it’s my turn to help.
“Granddad, granddad!, is this it?”, I said with a grin on my face.
I had just eyed upon the biggest pine tree I had seen in my life. Strong thick branches, lush green pines and not a single one too sharp.
“Yep Jimmy that’s the one! Hurry up and pass me the axe.”, replied granddad.
As I passed him the axe I cried, “Aww can’t I chop it down granddad? Please, please, please?”
“I’m sorry Jimmy but I can’t let you. You never know when something will happen, now pass me my axe.”, granddad said in strict tone.
I passed him the axe without saying another word. “Now stand back jimmy, don’t wanna get hurt now do ya?”, said granddad.
I saw him work, swing after swing. I knew granddad was strong, but only after 15 minutes granddad had already finished chopping through the thick trunk of the tree. “TIMBER!”, he yelled and the tree fell down with a loud THUD!, that sent all the birds in the trees to fly away in fright.
“Hand, me a moon pie jimmy, all that chopping was hard work and I sure am hungry.”, said granddad with short breath.
Moon pies are my granddads favorite snack. He would eat five or more a day! My mom would come home with a box of twelve of them and he would finish it all in a 2 days. Granddad always came up with excuses with why the box was empty. “The cat ate them!”, “I dropped the box in the dirt!” “I thought you got two!”, but the funniest one he came up with was, “A horde of rabid squirrels came in took the box and ran off!”
I would always laugh at his reasons and he would keep on saying that’s what really happened. “I swear! That’s what really happened! Would I ever lie to you guys?”
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suggestions on quotes and paragraph placement would be nice.
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