Apologies for the shortage of blog posts, I’ve been buried with design work. Will try to amend my ways.
Hey, if you’re isolating like I am, get that trunk novel out and get to writing . . . and/or submitting the first chapter to the Flogometer to get free insights into how it’s working.
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.
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.
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.”
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.
A reminder of what you’re after here. This blog is about crafting compelling openings. Not interesting, compelling. Why does it have to meet that hurdle? First, if your work is going to an agent, you’re competing with hundreds of submissions. You have to cut through that clutter and competition with powerful storytelling and strong writing. If it’s a reader browsing in a bookstore or online, the same goes—there are scores of published books competing with yours. Yeah, you need compelling.
Richard sends the first chapter for Woof’s Chronicle. As usual, the rest of the narrative is after the break.
A portal roughly the size of a front door materialized in thin air in the middle of a forest. Blazing light streamed through, illuminating the moonless night.
From the other side of the opening, where the mid-day sun shone on an alien terrain of vibrant purple and orange hues, stepped two critters resembling a fully-grown German shepherd and an Irish setter puppy.
The forest, in a remote part of Canyon Park in Southern California, became pitch black again as the portal vanished.
The German shepherd surveyed his surroundings, then accessed a silver device housed in his poca, a gold link collar around his neck. The poca, advanced technology from his dimension, contained an infinite amount of space.
He spoke to the device in a guttural language, which to an Earth human would have sounded like a growl.
“Come on, Ash-a-lee” he said to the pup in the same language.
Ash-a-lee, smelling animals, vegetation, terrain and poo all new to her, couldn’t stop sniffing and exploring.
“I don’t have time for puppy shenanigans,” he muttered, annoyed at being ignored.
He picked up the pup with his mouth, put her into the poca, and trotted for several miles, (snip)
Well, there’s a first page that doesn’t check off the “something wrong” checklist item but still succeeds for this reader. The writing is just fine, promising more of that ahead—although I would tinker a little to avoid cliches such as “in thin air.” And story questions are definitely raised. For me, turning the page was worth it. While jeopardy still doesn’t appear in the first chapter, more strong story questions come up, especially after the pup transforms into a human baby and is left on a doorstep. What’s going to happen next to this magical baby/pup foundling from another dimension? Your thoughts?
Hey, if you’re isolating like I am, get that trunk novel out and get to writing . . . and/or submitting the first chapter to the Flogometer to get free insights into how it’s working.
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.
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.
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.”
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.
A reminder of what you’re after here. This blog is about crafting compelling openings. Not interesting, compelling. Why does it have to meet that hurdle? First, if your work is going to an agent, you’re competing with hundreds of submissions. You have to cut through that clutter and competition with powerful storytelling and strong writing. If it’s a reader browsing in a bookstore or online, the same goes—there are scores of published books competing with yours. Yeah, you need compelling.
Brad sends the prologue and first chapter for The Sands of Forever Spilled. As usual, the rest of the narrative is after the break.
Prologue
How did we get here?
Me, sitting in the front row with all the questions. Dad, lying there under Old Glory with all the answers. Mom, waiting for him, out in the cold near the interstate, plot 251. My brother, floating just south of us.
I hate the front row. Always have. This one's the worst.
Don't get me wrong though. I'd rather be in this heated mausoleum chapel than outside in the frigid winter slush, icy rain pellets attacking my face and muddy snow pies ruining my dress shoes. But I'd really rather not be anywhere near here. I suspect others feel the same.
The three soldiers seem unperturbed by the shitty weather. Duty calls.
Lingering shards in my wind-wrecked hair keep melting onto my scalp. The chilly droplets ruin the mood of the place when they land and steal my attention.
It's been a long morning. Dad’s been patient.
I miss him.
They're right. It waits for no one.
Awaiting its next feeding of daylight and disorder, contented by the endless cycle of consumption and defecation, creation and destruction, and blissfully ignorant of the drama it would produce, the newborn slept.
Until the cordless phone rang.
Slowly, as it woke to the shrill trill, the day-old decade uncoiled itself while leaving me submerged in a dream. One of those where the ringing seemed to be part of the dream itself, and vivid enough for you to remember and retell. But it was never remembered nor retold. That possibility ended when my wife dazedly picked up the phone on the antique nightstand next to her and snapped at the caller, waking me in the dense darkness as well.
“Hello? Who is this? Who?!”
She was much more defensive of her sleep than I was, and a random call in the middle of the night was not going to receive her usual silky-smooth, telephone-voice response. God save whoever was on the other end of the call if it went much longer.
She fired back tersely, “He’s sleeping. Can I take a message? Hold on.”
I loved her for trying to protect me. And I could tell by her short but groggy replies she was tired and not fully awake either, and probably hadn’t fully encoded who was calling and ruining her sleep. I had yet to open my eyes and wanted to get back to that dream.
The prologue feels like musing to me. I understand that we’re at the narrator’s father’s funeral, but there’s really nothing much happening. It turns out, not that you’ll see it on the first page, that chapter 1 is about the father being stricken, and it takes place before the prologue. I’m not sure what story purpose this prologue serves, other than to give a feel for an attitude toward the father's death.
The first chapter: The writing is good, but what about the narrative? The first paragraph devotes itself to a sleeping baby. Why? I ask because the baby is not seen nor heard from in the chapter, and does not affect story.
Elegant language and thought deliver waking up to a phone call. The page doesn’t tell us what the call is about, just shows us two sleepy adults (and, somewhere, a waking baby). The only possible story question is what is the call about. But, since there’s nothing much happening here other than waking up, there’s nothing to inject tension into the possibilities of what the call is about.
It’s not until the middle of page two that we learn more about the call. The time before that is spent on backstory and how two sleepy people are dealing with the call. For this reader, no real tension is present. This page has writing and thoughts, but it lacks story. Your thoughts?
Hey, if you’re isolating like I am, get that trunk novel out and get to writing . . . and/or submitting the first chapter to the Flogometer to get free insights into how it’s working.
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.
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.
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.
A reminder of what you’re after here. This blog is about crafting compelling openings. Not interesting, compelling. Why does it have to meet that hurdle? First, if your work is going to an agent, you’re competing with hundreds of submissions. You have to cut through that clutter and competition with powerful storytelling and strong writing. If it’s a reader browsing in a bookstore or online, the same goes—there are scores of published books competing with yours. Yeah, you need compelling.
Vaughn sends the prologue and first chapter for No Ordinary School. As usual, the rest of the narrative is after the break.
Prologue
The young man was the last one to come into the room. He came carrying a small chalkboard, which he laid on the table to the right of the large screens. “Fellow conspirators,” he said, “Wagers please.”
The chalkboard had two handwritten lines down it, dividing it into three sections. One section had the word ‘Yes’ on it. The next, ‘No’. The third and final section said, ‘Maybe later’.
The young man and three other men took a dollar out of their wallets and placed it in the ‘Yes’ section. The woman, who had a moral objection to gambling, took a poker chip out of her purse and placed it carefully in the same pile.
The final participant, a heavyset man, took his dollar and placed it diffidently in the ‘maybe later’ pile.
“Come now,” the young man said. “But you have the most to gain if we gain him!” “It is because I have the most to gain that I am the most pessimistic,” the heavyset man said. He glanced at the large computer screen. “The test begins in five minutes. Our… candidate is perhaps even now being told about it. Let us watch.”
First chapter
Begin at the beginning and go on till you come to the end: then stop. -Lewis Carrol
If a thing is worth doing, it is worth doing badly.- GK Chesterton]
“Mark, what are you reading?”
Mark looked up. The teacher was talking to him. Mark knew that because she had said his name, ‘Mark’, and this year they only had one ‘Mark’. Two years ago they had had two boys named ‘Mark’ and that had been very confusing. He had never known if his teacher of that year, who had been a man, had been talking to him. But this year they only had one ‘Mark’, so he knew she was talking to him.
Mark looked down at the book he had been reading. “I am reading a textbook on Anatomy and Physiology,” he said. “It is a very complex subject. I am interested in it because my brother, John, is thinking of becoming a doctor and will need to study Anatomy and Physiology for his chosen field. Did you wish me to describe what Anatomy and Physiology is? Or did you wish me to describe the chapter I am in?”
“No, Mark. I was wondering why you were reading… that… in history class.”
“I finished the history reading for today on the second week of class. I did not find it interesting enough, or difficult enough, to read again, so I took out this book and was reading it.”
His teacher sighed. She did that a lot when Mark answered one of her questions. Mark had asked (snip)
On the prologue: small editorial note: the line would be hand-drawn, not handwritten, IMO. As for story . . . where’s the story? None of these anonymous observers seem to be the one with a story. Since we don’t know who the candidate is or the stakes resulting from what he does . . . for me, not much to go onward for here.
On the first chapter: the writing here is interesting—it seems to be evoking a character somewhere on the autism spectrum. Yet, while that’s interesting, once again I’m missing story. It doesn’t seem likely that there will be terribly negative consequences for reading what he’s reading. The teacher merely sighs. While it might be interesting to read an internal look at how an autistic boy deals with public school, there’s not much in the way of tension here. I did not care about what might happen next. Your thoughts?
. . . his mother about it and she, his mother, had said that the sigh was an indication of frustration. That having Mark in the same classroom as other children meant that neither group could receive adequate education without a frustrating contradiction with the needs of the other group. In this case, for example, his reading this book must mean, to the teacher, that his needs were not being adequately met and he had had to supplement them himself. “Well, I suppose I can’t blame you. Anyway, Students, I have an announcement. We will have some special testing today.”
Mark snapped his eyes back up from the book. Testing? Testing could be interesting. Some testing was boring. In fact, most testing was boring. But that was when it was a test that you were supposed to ‘study’ for. He never studied. At least, not in the way that other students did.
But some testing was interesting, especially the kind that the teacher announced the day of the test, instead of giving everyone time to ‘study’. They had once taken a psychological test…
He paused in his thoughts, as the rest of the students were standing up. Mark got up and followed them… after a slight panicked look to see if they were taking anything with them. Two number 2 pencils, for example, which seemed to be a popular thing to require. But no one was taking any pencils this time, so he got in line, relieved.
They walked into the gymnasium and Mark took in the scene. The room was filled with tables and computers. Half of the computers already had students seated at them, and Mark started toward an empty computer, then stopped, turning to the teacher. Mark was always getting in trouble for acting without waiting for appropriate instructions, even when the setting seemed obvious to him.
But when he did he saw that she was waving the other students toward the computers, so Mark turned back to the computer he had been planning to go to. Then he stopped as another student, a girl, had preceded him and was seating herself at his computer.
It took him a few seconds to process what he should do. Had she done it on purpose? Was he expected to ‘stand up for himself’? Or had he misread a social clue? She wasn’t looking at him. No one was looking at him.
He felt a hand on his shoulder and jumped. “Find an open computer, Mark,” teacher said.
Ah, so, that was what he should do. He was glad to know. And there were many open computers.
He went down an aisle until he found one. It was farther than the one he had originally decided upon. Fifteen feet farther along, plus two extra turns. Disappointing. Still, he was here.
“Name?”
The computer asked, with an empty box. Did it want his first name? His last name? Both?
He decided that it would be better to give too much information than too little, and typed in his full name:
Mark Alexander Craigson
Age?
He thought that over. The normal response, or an exact response?
14
Favorite Color?
That was an interesting question. Mark wondered what particular psychological scale it was measuring. He was very familiar with psychological tests but was not aware of any reputable test that used 'favorite color'. John had showed him a pseudo-science site that had pretended to analyze you on that basis, but he had researched it and it had not been based on verified data. He would have to google the subject again when he got home to see if more research had been done.
Deep Green
Introduction
The screen flashed and then, underneath:
The following tests will be different from many that you have taken, so it is important that you read the instructions. For most of the question/answer combinations you will first be shown an ‘information’ screen, where information will be given to help you answer the question. Then at the bottom of the screen will be a button, which you will press indicating that you are ready for the actual question and answers. For example:
The boy ate a red apple
[I am ready for my question]
Mark stared at the screen, then at the button. The implication seemed to be… Mark used the mouse to press the button.
What color apple did the boy eat?
A) Green
B) Blue
C) Purple
D) Red
E) I don’t know
Mark clicked the (D) button and the screen changed to say,
Good. Now be aware that each question/answer will be timed. Let’s try again:
The boy ate a red apple
[I am ready for my question]
Mark clicked the ‘I am ready button’ again and saw, at the top of the next page, a small picture of a rabbit, running in place and, next to the rabbit, the time counting up in seconds and milliseconds.
How many ‘r’s were in the information on the previous page?
A)(1)
B) (2)
C) (3)
D) (5)
E) (10)
F) (I don’t know)
Mark chuckled and clicked the (1) button. The rabbit stopped running and the clock stopped at 2.50 seconds. Then the screen changed.
Good! So you would have scored 2.50 seconds for answering that question.
Now, the next thing you need to know is that you get the most points for a right answer, but that doesn’t mean all of the other answers are equal. If you don’t know an answer, you should click that answer: you will score better than if you picked a wrong answer. But even a wrong answer might be better than a different wrong answer. For example:
When the man saw what the boys had done to his car he was hopping mad.
[I am ready for my question]
Mark clicked and:
What does the phrase 'hopping mad' mean?
A) So angry that he hopped around
B) Very angry
C) Very sad
D) Very happy
E) Extremely depressed
F) I don’t know
Mark clicked ‘I don’t know’. This was not an expression that he had heard before. By the meaning of the words it seemed as if (A) would be the proper choice, but in his experience the logical choice was almost never correct with expressions. Indeed that seemed almost to be the definition of 'expression': a set of words whose dictionary meaning did not match the way they were used in the expression.
The right answer was (B)Very Angry. If you had put (B)Very Angry you would have gotten the answer 100% right. You put ‘I don’t know’, which is true, so you would have gotten a 50% if this had been a real question. The answer A) So angry that he hopped around would also have gotten 50%, as it is the literal meaning of the words. Someone who had put (E) Extremely depressed or C) Very sad would have gotten 25%, since those answers come the closest to the meaning, and would fit the situation. The answer D) Very happy would have gotten 0% since it is the opposite of what the expression is trying to communicate.
In the following tests it is important that you get the right answer, quickly. Getting the right answer slowly is better than getting the wrong answer quickly. But if you realize you don’t know the answer, and can’t figure it out, it is best to say ‘I don’t know’ quickly.
The test will produce results in many different fields and psychological batteries. These results will be available for you and your parents approximately one week after it is taken.
If at any time you have to leave this testing room, your sign in name will be: Mark Alexander Craigson and your password ‘The boy ate a red apple’. When you are ready, please click the button below:
[I am ready to begin]
Mark chuckled and hit the button.
An hour later Mark got up and went to the bathroom, which was quieter than it usually was. He didn’t like the boy’s bathroom. When he had first gone to school he had thought that this was because he was different but Suzy, on one of her trips home, had told him that she had heard that nobody liked the boys bathroom except some bullies, so he had felt better. He had been surprised she had known, since she was a girl, homeschooled, and lived mostly in Africa, but Suzy had informed him she was ‘very well read’ which she had explained meant she had read a lot of books on a lot of subjects. They must have been different subjects than Mark had ever read, since he had never read anything about girl’s bathrooms in his reading. Or boy’s bathrooms, for that matter.
As Mark washed his hands, he always washed his hands, although most boys didn’t, he thought about the test. The test so far had covered a great many academic subjects, including history, but the questions seemed different from normal tests.
Mark had enjoyed the history questions. They had covered some interesting time periods. The last one, right before he had decided he needed to go to the bathroom, was on the reign of Peter the Great. But he was surprised to see these questions on this test, as he had never read about Peter the Great in any of his school textbooks. He hadn’t had any problems with the test question today, though, as he had read several books at home on the subject.
Mark walked back to the room where the testing was being held. When he got there he saw that there was another teacher coming in the door with students, not from his class.
He hurried back to his seat, glad none of the new students had taken it. He was also pleased to see, when he signed back in to his computer, that the question he was now being given involved math. He enjoyed math.
To square a number means to multiply it by itself. So, for example, you write ‘four squared’ like this 4^2, and it equals 16.
[I am ready for my question]
What is 5^2 + 7^2
Mark clicked the answer for 74 in 1.2 seconds, his hand being a bit slick from washing it in the bathroom.
What is 149^2 * 89^2
This time he managed in 1.1 seconds, having wiped his hand dry before clicking on from the previous question.
A leak develops in a 610 liter tank, out of which water is flowing and will flow at a constant 7 ml/sec. A boy routinely fills the tank every day at some random time beginning between noon and four o’clock and takes two hours to do so using a five liter bucket.
[I am ready for the question]
Mark stared at the information for a few seconds and ran a few dozen calculations in his head and then clicked on the button.
On average how many times will the boy arrive to find the tank empty?
Mark crowed, and then quickly checked himself, 1.5 seconds. It was one of the answers Mark had calculated before clicking the button. Mark appreciated the format of this test: it allowed him to do all of the significant calculations before having to start the time. This allowed him, he was sure, to get a much better score than if the time had started when the screen first came up.
The following test will follow a very different format. The test will show a film and, while the film is playing, thought bubbles will appear above the film. When a bubble appears match the bubble with the character you believe would most likely be thinking that thought. Here is an example:
Mark watched the film play and then a bubble appeared ‘I love him’ the bubble said. He stared at the screen while the characters talked on. How was he supposed to know who loved who? No one was hugging or anything. There was one girl, and three boys, and she was talking to all of them…
He randomly chose one of the boys, and saw it had taken him ten whole seconds. But there had been no ‘I don’t know’ option. Very frustrating.
He worked through two more of the difficult film questions, answering randomly but more quickly, until another set of instructions came up:
For the next few questions you will get to choose between two thought bubbles.
The next film showed a man yelling at a child, waving his hands wildly, while two other children looked on grinning. Mark waited and then two bubbles appeared.
[I am angry at this child]
And
[I am playing with these children]
He clicked the ‘angry’ button, glad to get one easily. Two more similar questions followed and then, finally, the screen changed to a chemistry question. Mark was glad. While Chemistry was not his favorite subject he greatly preferred it over these thought bubble questions which seemed often to have no objectively correct answer. This test was truly 'eclectic', covering dozens of different disciplines.
Congratulations,
the screen said, an hour later,
“You have finished the testing. If you will remember this number, we will get back to you later with a special gift.”
Mark looked at the number, chuckled, and closed the test. He looked around. He was about the last person… he was the last person from his class. There were still students here, but they were all from other classes, and had come in while he was working on his test. What was he supposed to do now?
There was a teacher, a different teacher, standing by the door reading a book, so Mark went up to him.
“Yes?”
“What am I supposed to do now? The computer said I was done with my test, but all the others are gone.”
“Oh, well, you must have taken more time than some. That’s ok. Just go back to your classroom.”
Mark nodded and trotted down the hall. That had been a very interesting test. That had been the most interesting test he had taken… perhaps ever. He would like to discuss the format of the test with the designer. It was very different from other tests he had taken.
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Change in flogging focus:It occurs to me that free books have a very low bar to clear for making a “sale,” and their first pages don’t have to do much to clear that hurdle. But ask me to pay for a book? There’s a challenge. So I’m switching to flogging books that cost, starting with the 99¢ variety, although interesting free books will still get a look. The challenge is not that you would pay 99¢ on the basis of a single page, but if you would go to Amazon in order to turn the page a read more with the idea in mind that you might buy it.
Writers, send your prologue/first chapter to FtQ for a “flogging” critique. Email as an attachment. In your email, include your name, permission to use the first page, and, if it’s okay, permission to post the rest of the prologue/chapter.
Many of the folks who utilize BookBub are self-published, and because we hear over and over the need for self-published authors to have their work edited, it’s educational to take a hard look at their first pages. A poll follows concerning the need for an editor.
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.
Here are the first 17 lines of the first chapter of The Salish Sea, a crime thriller. A poll follows the opening page below. If you don’t want to turn the page, then I’m thinking that this author should have hired an editor.
When she woke up, the room was still dark.
She slept on the floor beside the bed, her body tucked against the outside wall with the window on it. Before she fell asleep, her mother and Dennis had been yelling and her mother was crying, and she was afraid.
She always hid beside the bed when her mother’s boyfriends came and played on the bed with her mother. She’d take her stuffed toys and a drinking box of juice, and she’d wait until they left. Then, Dennis would return, and she’d climb up onto the sofa to go to sleep under the worn wool blanket. By then, her mother and Dennis would be asleep and there’d be no more crying or yelling or hitting.
The hitting was the worst.
It scared her more than the yelling, because her mom got really quiet afterward.
That morning, after everyone woke up, Dennis went out for smokes. When he returned, they got dressed and went to the brown car parked in the space outside their motel room. It was still dark, and she was cold and sleepy, and her stomach grumbled.
“Mommy, I’m hungry,” she whispered, careful not to talk too loudly.
“Quiet, sweetheart,” her mother said. “We’re going to get some money and then we’ll eat, okay?”
You can read more here. This novel earned 4.3 stars on Amazon. This opens with a hugely sympathetic character, an abused child, who is clearly in a dangerous place with dangerous people. She is absolutely vulnerable, helpless. I can’t help but want to know what happens next. Your thoughts?
Cover critique
The cover supports the headline in delivering some aspect of "sea." The dark mood of the photo helps add a sense of dark things to come. I like the treatment of the title and author. Your thoughts?
Hey, if you’re isolating like I am, get that trunk novel out and get to writing . . . and/or submitting the first chapter to the Flogometer to get free insights into how it’s working.
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.
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.
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.”
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.
A reminder of what you’re after here. This blog is about crafting compelling openings. Not interesting, compelling. Why does it have to meet that hurdle? First, if your work is going to an agent, you’re competing with hundreds of submissions. You have to cut through that clutter and competition with powerful storytelling and strong writing. If it’s a reader browsing in a bookstore or online, the same goes—there are scores of published books competing with yours. Yeah, you need compelling.
Cassie sends the prologue and first chapter for Chasing Darkness. As usual, the rest of the narrative is after the break.
Prologue
Torches flickered and the thump of boots echoed down the hallway as the Commander of the Watch Guard passed, followed by his soldiers. Castle guards and servants flattened themselves against the wall, their expressions a mixture of fear and grief. Hours before, the people of Pandaren celebrated their victory in the war against the Vastanes. Cheers of celebration shifted into wails of sorrow; the palace and city of Orilyon crumbled into chaos.
“How did he get in?” Drexus said, striding down the corridor toward the war room.
“We’re still working on that, Commander.”
Drexus stopped, slowly turning toward the guard, who winced up at him.
“Work faster.”
The guard swallowed, nodding.
Drexus continued down the corridor, clenching his jaw, trying to reign in his anger. Two soldiers saluted as he pushed open the heavy, wooden doors into a room buzzing with activity. Drexus recognized the council members arguing near the fireplace while his generals surrounded a large oval table studying a map of Pandaren. They stood to attention, saluting as Drexus approached. Kenneth Brenet, head advisor to the king, sat in a corner holding his head.
One of the council members hurried over. “Is it true? Is King Valeri dead?” “It’s true,” Drexus said, ignoring the questions yelled at him, putting a hand on Kenneth’s (snip)
First chapter
For the second time in Azrael’s life, he wished for death. But instead of receiving it, he became it. Azrael didn’t fear dying. He even welcomed it at times, which he thought fitting since his name meant Angel of Death. But this time, he had no one to blame but himself. Lust for revenge and power fueled Azrael as agony ripped through him.
Pain like he’d never known rushed through his body, the serum transforming him from a lethal assassin to something worse. Something everyone would fear. He bit down on a leather strap as another wave of pain crashed through him, his muscles contracting beneath the restraints. Azrael inhaled, focusing on his anger, clinging to the image of the Spectral and his magical black fire.
Pain is inescapable; suffering is a choice.
Azrael repeated his mantra, closing his eyes, and breathed through the torment, ignoring the tubes embedded in him. He’d chosen this path, knew the risks. With the Amplifier serum flowing through his veins, he’d have the strength and speed to battle any Spectral he faced.
If the transfusion didn’t kill him.
Large hands pressed down on Azrael’s shoulders as his back arched; the taste of leather and blood permeated his mouth.
“Hold on, Azrael,” Drexus Zoldac said, staring down at him. His dark eyes, etched with (snip)
On the prologue: the editor in me was a little put off by grammatical issues in the first paragraph, which was missing some key words:
Hours before, the people of Pandaren had celebrated their victory in the war against the Vastanes. Cheers of celebration had shifted into wails of sorrow; the palace and city of Orilyon had crumbled into chaos.
For me, this summary was too densely packed with information—do I need to know “Pandaren, Vastanes, Orilyon" at this point? Then there’s a lot of talk about something that has happened but we don’t know what. Then it’s revealed that the king is dead . . . but for whom is that a problem (other than the king)? That he’s dead creates, belatedly, a story question, but for me a weak one. I think a better start for this story came on the second page:
“Attention, please,” Kenneth said, silencing the room. “As many of you suspect, the king was murdered in his study this evening.”
Now that raises story questions and creates tension.
On the first chapter: the story elements are a lot stronger here. There’s a character in jeopardy as he undergoes something painful and deadly. Yet there are things that caught my eye that didn’t seem to fit—the thing he’s doing will transform him from assassin to “something worse.” “Worse” is a value judgement. Seems to me that something such as “even more deadly” would tell us what we need to know without the added judgement. That kind of thing signals a need for editing. But, still, story questions are stronger here. Your thoughts?
Change in flogging focus:It occurs to me that free books have a very low bar to clear for making a “sale,” and their first pages don’t have to do much to clear that hurdle. But ask me to pay for a book? There’s a challenge. So I’m switching to flogging books that cost, starting with the 99¢ variety, although interesting free books will still get a look. The challenge is not that you would pay 99¢ on the basis of a single page, but if you would go to Amazon in order to turn the page a read more with the idea in mind that you might buy it.
Writers, send your prologue/first chapter to FtQ for a “flogging” critique. Email as an attachment. In your email, include your name, permission to use the first page, and, if it’s okay, permission to post the rest of the prologue/chapter.
Many of the folks who utilize BookBub are self-published, and because we hear over and over the need for self-published authors to have their work edited, it’s educational to take a hard look at their first pages. A poll follows concerning the need for an editor.
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.
Here are the first 17 lines of the first chapter of Poison Orchids, a thriller. This one is free. A poll follows the opening page below. If you don’t want to turn the page, then I’m thinking that this author should have hired an editor.
The long-haul driver squints at the milky haze created by his headlights and spots two teenage girls. But the figures are swallowed up by the dark again.
His eyes are playing tricks—surely. He's been on the road too long tonight. No one would be out here in the middle of this lonely highway. Must have been an effect of the heat and rain. The bucketing showers of the past hour have subsided to a drizzle, and he can almost hear steam hissing from the hot road. January is in the wet season in Australia's Northern Territory.
This is the kind of night his wife worries about the most. She hates the thought of his petrol tanker being out on a slippery, obscured road. The Stuart Highway stretches for almost three thousand kilometres across the dead centre of the country, from top to bottom. Right now, he's somewhere near Kakadu, at the top end.
Just as he has himself convinced he saw a mirage, two figures tear away from a deep, black patch beside the glow of his headlights.
The girls.
Running straight for his tanker.
Cuts and bruises on their faces. Blood spattered on their short white dresses. There’s a man too. Chasing them.
Hell.
You can read more here. This novel earned 4.3 stars on Amazon. I love stories set in Australia, a place that has always fascinated me, and this narrative does a good job of setting the scene. And with starting out with strong action. Two young, injured girls in the night with a man chasing them. story questions tumble out. Who are the girls? What’s happening? Why are they being chased by a man? Why are they injured? What’s going to happen next. I found this one irresistible. Your thoughts?
Cover critique
Vivid colors are eye-catching. The photo of two young women in a mysterious field, connected with the title, is arresting and starts story questions. Are they the poison orchids? Were they the ones poisoned? The double author names are tiny, and I think they should be both larger and on separate line. Still, it was a grabber for me. Your thoughts?