She rode her bike down the familiar
road, until she saw the figure of a sleek car come into her view. As she
approached the car, she realized they were parked in front of the entrance to
her grandfather’s home. She hadn’t seen anyone near the place ever---he had
died when she was too small to remember him. He had left the lot to her family
when he passed away, but her father refused to move his family into the house. He
had once told her mother that there was something not right with the house, the
way the spaces behind the windows seemed to watch you. But her mother refused
to sell the home.
This isn’t making sense trying to get
down on paper. Why is it strange to see someone parked by her grandfather’s
house? Why do they still own it? Who keeps it up? I know all these answers
actually, but how do I tell the reader in a way that’s interesting? Her gradual
exploration of her late grandfather’s house and what she discovers there is the
pivotal point in starting the story, going from normal to the beginning of the
adventure of her life. So why is the progression of this story so far literally
putting me to sleep? I’ve been told the best way to grab the reader’s attention
is to jump right into some action, and so far, everything’s too slow to be
interesting. This slow progression would only work if I was Tolkien.