<p>The grass felt cool as Jacob lied on his back and stared into the heavens. Today couldnt be a more peaceful day for him. A calm breeze ran through the park. The sky was the color of marmalade, and the clouds were strewn across it as if somebody had torn a pillow open. He was all alone, except for his mother who was waiting for him by the car. </p>
<p>It's the beginning to a novel I'm working on.
I wanted to see if it was pretty good or not.</p>
<p>My mom told me to wake up because I had to go to school, but I lied in my bed and told her I was sick.</p>
<p>You must be related to Cormac McCarthy.</p>
<p>I can’t judge a novel by how it starts! A novel is good because it’s so long that all the sentences become anonymous, flow together, and create the ** story-worldy **, something much larger and more important than any string of sentences. It’s the qualities of the ** story-worldy ** which determine the novel, whether it is good or not.</p>