Writing a story is like constructing a body or anything at all. There needs to be a structure to it or it will crash to the ground.
There is a fog that sits over most things that obscures our vision from the truth, from reality. In war, it’s been labelled as the Fog of War. It was first referred to by Carl von Clausewitz, the Prussian military analyst, as “twilight” or “moonlight”, but both similar metaphors to fog.
shiner you’ve got.”
Jack snickered. “Yeah, you should see the other guy.”
“I should. I bet
he’s got a sprained finger.”
“You cannot die now, Colton,” she said. She knelt down. He reached out to touch her, but his hand would not move. “You still have much to do.” She disappeared.
By this novel, Bond has found the body of the woman he loved on the bed she committed suicide on, found out his love interest was actually engaged, been dragged across a coral reef behind a boat