Flogometer for Kamila: would you keep reading?
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.
Kamila's first 16 lines of a fantasy novel:
As a small child I once lost my balance and touched my hand on a hot stove. Before the pain stabbed into my fingers and struck my mind I remember feeling foolish and frightened. I cried out a not-very-small-child curse and put my fingers in my mouth just as the pain hit me. My mother hurled herself across the kitchen and pulled me up into her arms. That scent of our tribe's plush wool, the softness of homespun cloth against my face, the red hair of a Kilhells woman and green eyes staring into mine had always brought me comfort.
I know I'm dreaming, but that same hot pain I remember feels real, and there's no comfort this time. I'm trapped in that room again, the desert heat doubled by infernal fire in a hearth. I'm tied with bark rope on top of a camel hair rug. Instead of hot pokers, carving instruments are heating to white brilliance three feet from my face. There's a helefrit straddling me. Nearby, the blood of an infant has dried to black flakes. I want to wake up, but just like when it was actually happening, I'm helpless.
Something wooden cracks nearby and all at once I'm awake, gasping, my heart pounding so hard it hurts. My body tingles from the memory of my flesh burning and I'm sticky and smelly with sweat. I'm back in the present, cradled in a hammock in the belly of a sailing ship. Sailors stand around a barrel they've dropped. One sailor glances my way from under the brim (snip)
I turned the page, but. . .
An excellent, confident voice assured me that I'd be in good hands with this story, and the details of a fascinating world enticed me. However, I think Kamila could trim this some and get to a really provocative part sooner, preferably at the bottom of page one. I'll share that with you in a moment.
Opening with a dream is sometimes a problem, and here opening with a
memory that's in a dream was confusing to me. I think the
about-to-be-tortured part was very interesting, but it's not really
tied to the moment, to what's happening when she awakens. Some notes:
As a small child I once
lost my balance andtouched my hand on a hot stove.Before the pain stabbed into my fingers and struck my mind I remember feeling foolish and frightened.I cried out a not-very-small-child curse and, and myput my fingers in my mouth just as the pain hit me. Mymother hurled herself across the kitchen and pulled me up into her arms. That scent of our tribe's plush wool, the softness of homespun cloth against my face, the red hair of a Kilhells woman and green eyes staring into mine had always brought me comfort. (As nice as this is, trimmed down, I think I'd cut it altogether. There will be ways to weave in her backstory later, and now's the time to hook the reader. I don't think this information is compelling bait, so I'm going to treat the next paragraph as if it were the opener instead.)I know I'm dreaming, but
that samethe hot painI rememberfeels real., and there's no comfort this time. I'm trapped in that room again, the desert heat doubled by infernal fire in a hearth.I'm tied with bark rope on top of a camel hair rug. Instead of hot pokers, carving instruments are heating to white brilliance three feet from my face. There's a helefrit straddling me. Nearby, the blood of an infant has dried to black flakes. I want to wake up, but just like when it was actually happening, I'm helpless.Something wooden cracks nearby and all at once I'm awake, gasping, my heart pounding so hard it hurts. My body tingles from the memory of my flesh burning and I'm sticky and smelly with sweat. I'm
back in the present,cradled in a hammock in the belly of a sailing ship. Sailors stand around a barrel they've dropped. One sailor glances my way from under the brim (snip) (Small nit: I don't think a dropped barrel would "crack," I think it would be more likely to "crash," which would be more likely to awaken someone.)
Here's the reason I would trim so much from this opening: it's to
get to this paragraph, which came pretty close to the top of the next
page:
My name is famous. I'm famous, though hardly anyone has met me. It's always a surprise when people take my word for it that I am who I say I am. I'm plenty tall for a woman, but I don't think I'm tall enough for a myth. I don't wear armor, I've lost my sword, and not only did I fail to do anything to aid the war, I think I might be on my way to assassinate the only man who can save the world.
For me, there's great characterization here and an irresistible story question. If this can be at the bottom of page one, then I think Kamila is assured that the page will turn.
Comments, anyone?
For what it's worth,
Ray
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© 2008 Ray Rhamey
Kamila, you are a very talented writer...and Ray's editing of your work showcases his awesome talent as well.
With his placement of the second page material closer to the beginning, you really do have the potential for a great opening.
My only complaint is that I hate dream sequences in the opening. Truly. I would put the book down if I was browsing because of that alone.
Posted by: Tessa | June 25, 2008 at 07:58 AM
Start with the "famous" paragraph. That's a keeper.
Posted by: Norm | June 25, 2008 at 09:12 AM
What Norm said.
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Posted by: Kitty | June 25, 2008 at 09:50 AM
I agree with Ray and the other posters. The "famous" paragraph is terrific and would make a great opening. I liked the voice from the start, but here it is self-deprecating with a touch of humor. There are hints of both internal and external conflicts to come and intriguing story questions.
As for the first three paragraphs - three quick scene changes was a little rapid for me. We're in a kitchen, now being tortured, now on a ship. Also, I pictured a man as the narrator, I'm not sure why.
But, overall, a really excellent piece and a great edit by Ray, too.
Thanks for sharing!
Posted by: Sheila | June 25, 2008 at 10:08 AM
First, I agree with the others who think the "famous" paragraph would make a good beginning.
The dream start did not do it for me. Specially, since at first I did not know it was a dream. I got interested in the mother and child, and all of a sudden the scene changed to a preparation for torture scene. Again I was interested... and then the character is on a ship, waking up.
I would have read on for I like to give every story a chance, and I'll never know what I might find on the next page... and the page after that...
Posted by: petronella | June 25, 2008 at 12:27 PM
Gotta agree with everyone, the famous paragraph is irresistible as an opening. The earlier scenes were too rapid for me, but Kamilla's world is intriguing and I'd love to know more.
Posted by: Crimsonsilk | June 25, 2008 at 01:05 PM
Thanks everyone so much for the great comments. I can work the backstory into something other than a dream for an opening. I had no idea that people would like the famous paragraph (lol) so much!
Posted by: Kamila Miller | June 25, 2008 at 04:55 PM
Way to go, fellow floggers. You guys are good. I'm thinking that the first paragraphs were well-written "throat clearing" that a skilled writer like Kamila can just about pull off.
In fact, if the famous paragraph hadn't been so good, we'd probably have settled with a little editing.
Best,
Ray
Posted by: Ray Rhamey | June 25, 2008 at 07:02 PM
>My name is famous.
If it were to begin with this paragraph, I'd buy the book based on it alone.
Posted by: Jessica | June 26, 2008 at 05:08 PM
>My name is famous.
If it were to begin with this paragraph, I'd buy the book based on it alone.
Posted by: Jessica | June 26, 2008 at 05:09 PM
Janet Reid linked this blog and suggested checking 'Tips For Writers' in the sidebar.
I particularly liked this one:
http://mysteriousmatters.typepad.com/mysterious_matters_myster/2008/03/he-lay-in-wait.html
"He Lay in Wait, Watching...
[T]he time has come to add to the "he lay in wait, watching" opening to my list of massively overused plot devices, right next to recurring nightmares and sassy, independent-and-sarcastic-but-with-a-heart-of-gold heroines. It seems like every other manuscript I have seen lately opens with a variation on this theme..."
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Posted by: Kitty | June 27, 2008 at 05:07 AM