Flogometer for Valerie: would you keep reading?

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Update: I've a guest post up on Writer Unboxed about what's happened so far with my appeal to agents about my novel, We the Enemy. In addition, in the comments there a person named Dave accuses me of sensationalism. I reply to him. You might want to add your thoughts as well.

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The Flogometer challenge: can you craft a first page that compels me to turn to the next page? Caveat: Please keep in mind that this is entirely subjective.

Note: all the Flogometer posts are here.

What's a first page in publishingland? In a properly formatted novel manuscript (double-spaced, 1-inch margins, etc.) there should be about 16 lines on the first page (first pages of chapters/prologues start about 1/3 of the way down the page).

Some homework. Before sending your novel's opening, you might want to read these two FtQ posts: Story as River and Kitty-cats in Action. That'll tell you where I'm coming from, and might prompt a little rethinking of your narrative.

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Valerie's first 16 lines-- she tells me that it's a true, inspirational romance:

"Oh, shit!" Startled by the sound of his voice, I awoke and mentally shook my head to clear the sleep from my brain. I suddenly understood the meaning of Bill's words.

"Are you late?"

"No…well, maybe just a little. I didn't hear the alarm and have to hurry. It's seven o'clock." He stretched and stood up.

Through sleepy eyes I could see his naked body. I loved looking at Bill. Even after so many years, a thrill quivered inside me. I didn't want to move as I watched him pull up his jeans. His bare bottom quickly disappeared into the blue denim, and I heard him close the zipper.

Savoring my mind's thoughts while slipping out from under the covers, my feet found the floor. I reached for my comfy old house dress. Mm, the smell of clean cotton dried in fresh air was so pleasant. I sensed Bill's gaze as the dress slid down over my naked skin. I had this dress for so many years. With its scoop neck, cap sleeves, and buttons down the front it has only gotten better with age. Years ago, I had asked Mom to sew the buttons closed permanently. I just needed to pull the dress over my head. Bill came closer and playfully gave me a hug, leaning down he kissed my neck. "Mm… Don't get me started….You did want breakfast, didn't you?" As I ventured down the hallway, I quickly combed my fingers through my hair. Piling it at the…

I didn't move on
There's good, clear writing here, and even a little bit of what I call "experiential description" -- the part where we learn about her dress through her memory/view. It's a scene, and that's good.

However, for me, this just didn't meet the criteria of compelling. There's a suggestion of sexiness ahead, but only that. Nothing has happened to lead me to believe that this character or any other will have a problem in the near future. No, it's just people getting out of bed. And it's a prologue. That leads to a flashback. The prologue is primarily this character getting out of bed and making breakfast and seeing her husband off to class. I believe prologues need to be as compelling in terms of tension as any other part of the book, and this one didn't meet that criterion. Some brief notes:

"Oh, shit!" Startled by the sound of his voice, I awoke and mentally shook my head to clear the sleep from my brain. I suddenly understood the meaning of Bill's words. (I know what you mean by "mentally shook my head," but felt it was unneeded complexity for a simple action, and it drew me out of the story.)

"Are you late?"

"No…well, maybe just a little. I didn't hear the alarm and have to hurry. It's seven o'clock." He stretched and stood up.

Through sleepy eyes I could see his naked body. I loved looking at Bill. Even after so many years, a thrill quivered inside me. I didn't want to move as I watched him pull up his jeans. His bare bottom quickly disappeared into the blue denim, and I heard him close the zipper.

Savoring my mind's thoughts while slipping out from under the covers, my feet found the floor. I reached for my comfy old house dress. Mm, the smell of clean cotton dried in fresh air was so pleasant. I sensed Bill's gaze as the dress slid down over my naked skin. I'd had this dress for so many years. With its scoop neck, cap sleeves, and buttons down the front, it has had only gotten better with age. Years ago, I had asked Mom to sew the buttons closed permanently. I just needed to pull the dress over my head. Bill came closer back and playfully gave me a hug, leaning down he kissed to kiss my neck. "Mm… Don't get me started….You did want breakfast, didn't you?" As I ventured down the hallway, I quickly combed my fingers through my hair. Piling it at the…(I'm sure that the memory of this morning scene is as pleasant and lazy as this description, but for me -- a male reader -- the history of the dress had no chance of inciting my interest. Will it with female readers?)

Valerie, while it's true that an aspect of story is to show a character being jolted out of life as usual and their struggles to restore it, I feel that you need something more dramatic happening here, at least the forecast of some kind of jeopardy.

Thanks for sharing your work, and keep thinking about how to make the narrative truly compelling.

Comments, anyone?

For what it's worth,

Ray

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Comments

[Topher61]

I found the writing sensual. It's amazing what the sound of the zipper being closed can raise in your mind.

The history of the dress is boring. If you cut that, I would have kept reading.

[kathy]

At first I was a little confused about who was talking. I would also take out mind's thoughts. I thought the imagry was very good, then the mention of mother, UGH!

[mai]

Kathy's "then the mention of mother, UGH!" is the key to something, I think.

This opening is damping down its sizzle possibilities.

The dress story is the biggest example of what's going on. The dress details are distracting, and seem to be a lot of word noise meant to deflect someone (readers? writer? both?) from the sensual potential of the scene. The dress's history and the mom take the reader right out of the bedroom. Tension and suspense dissipate as the story of the dress is being told.

Another example is "I didn't want to move as I watched him pull up his jeans." Would the woman watching the guy really react by not wanting to move? I'd think she'd want to make a move. Maybe she'd be holding her breath, or holding still, but "I didn't want to move" sounds reluctant, tired, bored or even fearful. You want her to be holding back from making a move, not not wanting to make a move, if you see what I mean.

As a woman, I know it's hard to be direct sometimes. Many women writers pull their punches or get coy with things like violent action and sex. I think this is an expression of personal discomfort with, or lack of experience exploring, such things, because most readers have no problems reading such scenes.

[C]

I'm sorry; I would not have read on. :(
Jeans with no undies - ouch and uck for me.
Aside from Ray's crit, which is dead on, the man's line of dialogue didn't sound natural to me.
Also, she's getting hot watching him dress, then savoring the dirty thought, then turning him down for a quickie? Not in my world. LOL
Description of the dress bothered me, too. It seemed out of place.

The writing itself was fine. I hope this wasn't too harsh. Good luck.

[Norm Benson]

I too thought the writing to be sound. I would cut the remaining words in the paragraph following "Oh shit."

The description of the dress worked for me, but the history may be too soon for such backstory.

Ray is right on about tension lacking. If he is late what happens?

Maybe if he's late one more time he's fired. Now, if they take time for a quickie there are consequences.

[Sheila]

Okay, this is not my genre, but I'll put in my $.02:

What I now know about Bill - he's hot, he goes commando, he doesn't hear the alarm and he can't make his own breakfast. Is he deaf? Did he put the alarm clock in another room? Who doesn't hear their alarm? And didn't she hear it? What's wrong with these people? (I know, picky, but these sort of things bother the logical part of my brain). So far, Bill isn't looking like any sort of prize.

I liked the scene of her watching him dress and enjoying the show. I don't think she needs to act on it.

I liked the writing here, but agree with Ray that it needs more tension.

Also, Ray, could you elaborate on "experiential description?" I've not heard that before.

Thanks for sharing!

[Samantha]

Sorry, I wouldn't have read on either...Also, this sentence bothered me:

Savoring my mind's thoughts while slipping out from under the covers, my feet found the floor.

Am I missing something or is this a dangling participle? Her feet are not savoring thoughts.

[C]

I wasn't voting for a quickie. (Ask my husband.)
I was pointing out her thoughts didn't jive with her actions. Totally agree with the inconsistencies Sheila mentioned, too.

[Ray Rhamey]

Sheila, "experiential description" is a term I've coined for using description to describe a character because it's filtered through the experience of the character.

It's a chapter in the book I'm working on, sort of the best of FtQ, and it's based on an earlier post that you can find here:

http://www.floggingthequill.com/flogging_the_quill/2006/06/writing_for_eff.html

Check it out.

Ray

[Sheila]

Thanks, Ray! That was really helpful.