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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, 12-point type, 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). Directions for submissions are below.
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.
Echoe’s first 16 lines of a YA novel:
Story questions turned the page, but . . .Darkness surrounded me. I lay in wait of something, anything. Pain, like a wave, came crashing down on my skull. I jolted upright, gasping for air, and the throbbing headache reminded me that this wasn’t home. A shattering crash came from a room on the near right. Off towards the door I slipped. Cautiously, I rested my ear against the cold metal.
“Be more careful in there or you will wake her up,” called a man’s voice from somewhere to my left. I sprang back, tense.
“It fell on my foot,” came a haughty and distinctly feminine voice from the right.
The sound of heavy footsteps muffled by carpet came closer. The man passed, letting me relax.
“Now we have to clean this up. Hand me your U-Comp.” There was a moment of silence, then the sound of a low electric whine, “Remind me to order a replacement potted plant. For now, do not touch anything. I will do the rest of the searching.”
“What, am I supposed to just stand here and do nothing?”
“Go and check on Laeneth if you must.”
A pause, then, “Fine.”
Sure that I wasn’t supposed to be walking around, I scrambled back into the bed. Light footsteps neared. I stiffened, but tried to regulate my breathing.
There were signs that the writing would need work, but, to be fair, the story questions—who are the intruders, why are they there, and what would happen to Laeneth (him? her?) were good enough to get the page turned. But there were issues, including not much of an emotional reaction from the protagonist in what sounds like a dangerous situation. If there were intruders searching just outside my bedroom door, and one was coming in, I think I’d be feeling some (a lot of) anxiety. But there’s no sign of that here. Notes:
Darkness surrounded me. I lay in wait of something, anything. Pain, like a wave, came crashing down on my skull. I jolted upright on the bed, gasping
for air, and the throbbing headache reminded me that this wasn’t home. Ashatteringcrash came from a room on the near right. Off towards the door I slipped.Cautiously,I rested my ear against the cold metal. (Right away there’s a lack of clarity for me. Was she just lying there awake, or did she awaken? Seems like the latter makes the most sense, but it’s not clear. I could see gasping because of the impact of the headache pain, but didn’t see why there was a sudden need for air. Her being reminded that this wasn’t home may mean something to her, but it doesn’t mean anything to the reader. Where is she and why? Her circumstances should be here so we can understand the rest of what happens. I added the bed for clarity—she could have been lying on the floor.)“Be more careful in there or you will wake her up,” called a man’s voice from somewhere to my left. I sprang back, tense. (I’m not sure the last sentence works well. If she springs back, how does she continue to hear the voices? We are told that she’s immediately tense—but is that enough of a response to hearing strange voices and crashes outside the door of a room in which you were sleeping? Or lying in the dark?)
“It fell on my foot,” came a haughty
and distinctlyfeminine voice from the right. I didn’t really know what a “distinctly” feminine voice was, so cut the adverb. Didn’t seem necessary.)The sound of heavy footsteps muffled by carpet came closer. The man passed, letting me relax. I would keep it simple—rather than the passive nature of his passing “letting” her relax, why not just “I relaxed.” By they way, did she put her ear back on the door, or not?)
“Now we have to clean this up. Hand me your U-Comp.” There was a
moment of silence, then the sound of alow electric whine, “Remind me to order a replacement potted plant. For now, do not touch anything. I will do the rest of the searching.” (Since we don’t know what a U-Comp is or what it does, this doesn’t have much meaning. The term was used often in the rest of the chapter, but never defined. You can, using context of her thoughts about it, let us know what it is and does. Otherwise, there’s not much reason to have it in here, is there?)“What, am I supposed to just stand here and do nothing?”
“Go and check on Laeneth if you must.”
A pause, then, “Fine.”
Sure that I wasn’t supposed to be walking around, I scrambled back into the bed.
Light fFootsteps neared. I stiffened, but tried to regulate my breathing. (Here’s where I would be experiencing some serious fear, especially if I am, as it turns out to be, a teenage girl. There are strangers, intruders. They could be violent. Why is she not frightened? Also, the “regulate muy breathing” is vague. Regulate it in what way? Doesn’t she slow her breathing to make it seem as if she is asleep? Why not make her action clear here?
There are good elements here, but shaky parts, too. In the narrative that follows, the girl is kidnapped, yet she evidences no fear or even concern about what’s going on. We don’t learn where she was when snatched, or why she was there instead of at home? I think there’s promise, but also lack of clarity, emotion, and some overwriting. What that means, Echoe, is that you need to keep working at it.
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Ray
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