This would be book #2 from the romance-mystery, "Quentin and Mattie." It ended with their marriage in 1941. Ideas for the first chapter are still bouncing around in my head and as soon as I have a few more of them, I can draft chapter 1. I write by the seat of my pants, otherwise known as the EL Doctorow method, so I don't want to see too far ahead.
The bloody war had finally ended. But there was no triumph in my heart. Mattie was dead. She left me in the moment of victory. The battle of loneliness and sorrow without her now faced me, worse than any other pain in this world.
Who's writing this novel? I'm not sure why some feel compelled to add, revise, rewrite or compose totally my opener. Maybe you should write the rest of the book.
My idea is to move Quentin from the big city to wander eastward, and fall into a job which quickly promotes him to the chief of police in a small town. That's where the story really begins. The move eastward is still in my head. I have but a half page written now and will add to it what jells in my imagination.
How does a man whose whole world suddenly ends make a new start and slough off joy and grief from his past?