Submissions sought. Get fresh eyes on your opening page. Submission directions below.
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. Directions for submissions are below—they include a request to post the rest of the chapter, but that’s optional.
Before you rip into today’s submission, consider this checklist of first-page ingredients from my book, Mastering the Craft of Compelling Storytelling.
Donald Maass,, literary agent and author of many books on writing, says, “Independent editor Ray Rhamey’s first-page checklist is an excellent yardstick for measuring what makes openings interesting.”
A First-page Checklist
- It begins to engage the reader with the character
- Something is wrong/goes wrong or challenges the character
- The character desires something.
- The character takes action. Can be internal or external action: thoughts, deeds, emotions. This does NOT include musing about whatever.
- There’s enough of a setting to orient the reader as to where things are happening.
- It happens in the NOW of the story.
- Backstory? What backstory? We’re in the NOW of the story.
- Set-up? What set-up? We’re in the NOW of the story.
- The one thing it must do: raise a story question.
Tony sends the first chapter of Obscurity Hides a Killer. The first 17 lines follow, and the rest of the chapter is after the break.
It was an urge which Billy Capello tried to resist, but its tugging was too great. One by one, he gnawed each fingernail, nipping small sections off then spitting them away. How long could his nervous habit satisfy him? He needed to satisfy his craving soon but doing so would be terribly risky. If he wasn’t careful it could end up being life threatening.
He dragged his skinny frame toward the soot-encrusted window of the filthy abandoned apartment he had happened to find tonight. Outside, the rain had passed, leaving the streets barren and looking somewhat dry, just a few puddles spread about, but he’d made that same mistake in the past. Looks could be deceiving, and he couldn’t afford to be deceived. He knew he couldn’t stay cooped up in here forever—not with these cravings struggling inside his body.
He ambled back toward the sagging couch with the thought of sitting down and willing his cravings away, but he knew it was no use. He had to get out. Maybe he would be lucky this time and wouldn’t be seen. Hell, he'd found this empty apartment tonight by dumb luck and hadn't been spotted. Maybe there was a little more luck left around, just for him.
It would be a quick trip—just a couple of blocks down the street to the neighborhood smoke shop. He’d scoped the streets for hours already. Movement? What movement? There were barely any cars parked on the road and he’d only seen two or three drive by in the last two hours. This could be his chance to go before someone or something unknown moved. His hand (snip)
Right off the bat (cliché alert), this narrative’s first word is one of my pet peeves—a pronoun with no preceding antecedent, which means I don’t have a clue what is being written about. And the paragraph continues to withhold that information. Why? It serves no story purpose to keep the reader unaware of what the scene is about. The mysterious “it” is referred to later as “these cravings,” which is also fundamentally meaningless as we don’t know what is craved.
There’s a lot of musing and backstory and setup here, but, for this reader, little in the way of compelling story questions. By the end of the page I think I know what the craving is all about, but the only remaining story question is whether or not he’s going to get to smoke a cigarette. While the character is worried about something, that something is not included in the narrative, so the reader can hardly be expected to engage with nothing more than a desire to smoke. I would dispense with all the musing and concern and get him moving and facing a real danger that he has to deal with.
Here are some editorial notes:
It was an urge which that Billy Capello tried to resist, but its tugging was too great. One by one, he gnawed each fingernail, nipping small sections off then spitting them away. How long could his nervous habit satisfy him? He needed to satisfy his craving soon but doing so would be terribly risky. If he wasn’t careful it could end up being life threatening. What is “it?” This is one of those annoying information questions that try to create suspense but fall flat because the reader doesn’t know what the narrative is about. Here the “it” could be chewing his fingernails, which hardly sounds fatal.
He dragged his skinny frame toward the soot-encrusted window of the filthy abandoned apartment he had happened to find tonight. Outside, the rain had passed, leaving the streets barren and looking somewhat dry, just a few puddles spread about, but he’d made that same mistake in the past. Looks could be deceiving, and he couldn’t afford to be deceived. He knew he couldn’t stay cooped up in here forever—not with these cravings struggling inside his body. “skinny frame” is a break in POV. This is from the author’s point of view—Billy would not be thinking of his skinny frame at a time like this. What cravings? The “it” that we don’t know what is? Reality is created by specificity, interest is created by understanding what is going on.
He ambled back toward the sagging couch with the thought of sitting down and willing his cravings away, but he knew it was no use. He had to get out. Maybe he would be lucky this time and wouldn’t be seen. Hell, he'd found this empty apartment tonight by dumb luck and hadn't been spotted. Maybe there was a little more luck left around, just for him.
It would be a quick trip—just a couple of blocks down the street to the neighborhood smoke shop. He’d scoped the streets for hours already. Movement? What movement? There were barely any cars parked on the road and he’d only seen two or three drive by in the last two hours. This could be his chance to go before someone or something unknown moved. His hand (snip) Aha! Is it cigarettes he wants? This seems clear here, but later it turns out that gambling is also a problem for him. Which is it? Lack of clarity pulls a reader out of a story. And we have no idea about what he is afraid of. There’s no clue as to what makes a trip to a store dangerous for this guy. If there’s no understanding of either the peril or the stakes, how can a reader become involved?
For what it’s worth.
Ray
Submitting to the Flogometer:
Email the following in an attachment (.doc, .docx, or .rtf preferred, no PDFs):
- your title
- your complete 1st chapter or prologue plus 1st chapter
- Please include in your email permission to post it on FtQ. Note: I’m adding a copyright notice for the writer at the end of the post. I’ll use just the first name unless I’m told I can use the full name.
- Also, please tell me if it’s okay to post the rest of the chapter so people can turn the page.
- And, optionally, include your permission to use it as an example in a book on writing craft 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 for your turn, it’s okay with me to update the submission.
Were I you, I'd examine my first page in the light of the first-page checklist before submitting to the Flogometer.
Flogging the Quill © 2018 Ray Rhamey, prologue and chapter © 2018 by Tony.
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Writing Craft Mastering the Craft of Compelling Storytelling
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