Lately I have been rethinking about prologues. As a reader I have never liked them. Usually I ignore them and get right down to the meat of things, flip to Chapter 1.
Now my narration has reached a strange point. I don't believe in black and white. There is no such thing as pure evil, as much as I have never seen someone purely good. Black and white for me occur only as Titanium white and Ivory black on my palette and I shudder to use them on their own. There are shades. (I shudder again as a thought of fifty shades of grey flash through my head). There's good in everyone as there lurks the potential for evil in the saintliest of people.
My villain needed to be heard.
I could see no other way out.
There had to be a prologue.
Now my narration has reached a strange point. I don't believe in black and white. There is no such thing as pure evil, as much as I have never seen someone purely good. Black and white for me occur only as Titanium white and Ivory black on my palette and I shudder to use them on their own. There are shades. (I shudder again as a thought of fifty shades of grey flash through my head). There's good in everyone as there lurks the potential for evil in the saintliest of people.
My villain needed to be heard.
I could see no other way out.
There had to be a prologue.
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