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 or 17 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.
Storytelling Checklist
Before you rip into today’s submission, consider this list of 6 vital storytelling ingredients from my book, Flogging the Quill, Crafting a Novel that Sells. While it's not a requirement that all of these elements must be on the first page, they can be, and I think you have the best chance of hooking a reader if they are.
Evaluate the submission—and your own first page—in terms of whether or not it includes each of these ingredients, and how well it executes them. The one vital ingredient not listed is professional-caliber writing because that is a must for every page, a given.
- Tension
- Story questions
- Voice
- Clarity
- Scene setting
- Character
Gregg has sent the opening chapter of MAGIC 'n BANJOES.
“Zuthar, I need you!”
Grandpap paused in his stirring. Griselda and I turned from watching Grandpap as he tended his boiling pot and puffed his pipe. It was a perfect day to observe others at work and I was enjoying it fully, as full of contentment as a cat in a sunbeam.
“Sonny, who is that?” Griselda whispered in my direction.
“Tis the surly wizard from the Wizard’s Guild,” I replied. I had not forgotten his bloated face and churlish manner. He lurched toward us, with his breathing laboured and his brown robe stained with sweat.
“BeSotto!” Grandpap’s face darkened. “I told you I would never speak with you again!”
“But I have an emergency, a situation most dire!” The fat wizard stopped a few paces away, his breath coming in gasps.
“Emergency?” Grandpap’s lip curled under his snowy moustache. “Does your stomache refuse strong drink?”
“No, it is a matter of alchemy. I recreated your wand, Zuthar, and it worked! It worked just as you demonstrated so many years ago. But then I lost it.” BeSotto wiped sweat from his face with a sleeve. “I was stirring a drink with it to celebrate my success when it opened a portal. You can imagine my astonishment. I dropped the wand and—and it fell through and was lost.”
Nope, but . . .
I like the voice, and the fact that we start with a scene. This does hold the promise of entertainment ahead, but, for me, the tension level was pretty low. Yes, a character feels quite distressed about losing this wand, but what are the consequences? There’s not much at stake. And couldn’t he just make another one?
Before I forget, we could use some dialogue attribution for the opening line. I thought at first that Grandpap had said it. Love the contented cat line.
I thought there was a much stronger hook on the next page. I’ve done some chopping to get that within the first 17 lines (apologies to Gregg). See if you think this would be more enticing. A poll follows.
“Zuthar, I need you!”
Grandpap paused in his stirring. Griselda and I turned from watching Grandpap as he tended his boiling pot and puffed his pipe. It was a perfect day to observe others at work and I was enjoying it fully, as full of contentment as a cat in a sunbeam.
“BeSotto!” Grandpap’s face darkened. “I told you I would never speak with you again!”
“But I have an emergency, a situation most dire!” The fat wizard stopped, gasping for breath.
“Emergency?” Grandpap’s lip curled under his snowy moustache. “Does your stomache refuse strong drink?”
“I recreated your wand, Zuthar, and it worked! But then I lost it.” BeSotto wiped sweat from his face with a sleeve. “I was stirring a drink with it to celebrate my success when it opened a portal. I dropped the wand and—and it fell through and was lost.”
“Retrieve it yourself!”
“It is better than the wand you made,” BeSotto proclaimed. “For it produced goald after I had lost it. Produced goald even as I was hurrying here to beg your assistance!”
“Produced goald after you lost it? How could that be?”
BeSotto shifted uncomfortably. “It seems to have … altered my drink. When I stopped to, uh, do my business, there was goald shining in my colon clay."
Comments, please?
For what it’s worth.
Ray
Submitting to the Flogometer:
Email the following in an attachment (.doc, .docx, or .rtf preferred):
- your title
- your 1st chapter or prologue plus 1st chapter
- Please format with double spacing, 12-point font Times New Roman font, 1-inch margins.
- Please include in your email permission to post it on FtQ.
- And, optionally, permission to use it as an example in a book if that's okay.
- If you’re in a hurry, I’ve done “private floggings,” $50 for a first chapter.
- If you rewrite while you wait you turn, it’s okay with me to update the submission.
© 2011 Ray Rhamey