Time to introduce to you the main characters of “It Can’t Be You”. The story centers around one family, the Belliappas of Roseneath Estate in Coorg, which is located in Karnataka in the South of India. The climax of the story is in the year 2000. Lt.Col. K.S.Belliappa, Indian Army (Retd.) is 54 and now a prominent arms dealer.
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This post appeared in the Facebook Page for “It Can’t Be You” but not everyone who reaches here necessarily follows that Page, right? This is about an interesting conversation I had with an old friend recently. I was asked ” How come you chose a military kind of background for your book? You weren’t in the Army were you?”. No, I wasn’t- though many seeing me and my mugshot often conclude I was!
A story like this needs to come from deep within the characters. This was the premise on which I started writing “It Can’t Be You”. To give you, the reader, a sense of their thoughts and feelings, I chose to use the first person narrative for the most part of the book.
“The note looked up almost accusingly at the group staring at it in shock. The Colonel’s first few words appeared to have been written in haste. Not in his clinically clean stylized handwriting. The last few words fell into an almost undecipherable scrawl which they could barely make out. It was almost illegible but it did look like the Colonel had written: “It can’t be you…”
Writers dream of having their work published. Bingo!! The book deal has been struck. I am delighted to say that It Can’t Be You will be published by Cedar Books, imprint of Pustak Mahal, New Delhi, one of India’s largest publishers. Continue reading “Publishing Contract With Cedar Books”
The pace of the story is dictated by the sentence length. Not just the words used. This thought occurred to me as I sat reviewing something that I had written. Here’s the context. The good guy in a story is an a jam. He has to extricate himself from a difficult situation. He has to throw off his trail a man who is following him some distance away by assaulting him when he least expects it. Here we go then:
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