Starting A Novel: Opening Sentences


With the coming of NaNoWriMo 2011 all I can think about is what my next project is going to be. Well… along with some other stuff too; but I prefer thinking about writing; its a lot more fun!

And the ideas I have so far are enough to keep me buzzing, but part of the problem I have is that I don’t know how to begin them.

After all… how do you start a novel? It is a novel we’ll all be writing next month, though I feel that the starting rules can be the same (in some degree) for both a novel and a short story. The general (very good rule) is to start with strong sentences that grab the reader’s attention and invite them to stay with you for the duration of the book.

Well that sounds like a fantastic idea! Its a great starting formula and there are, in my opinion quite a few ways to do that. These are some of the ways I’ve seen and they all seem to work pretty well.


empty speech bubble from openclipartStart With Speech
Place your reader right in the middle of an argument or a confessional. Start with something that makes a reader demand; ‘What the hell are they saying that for?’

‘Mum, I’m gay.’

‘Its too much, Emma. I’m leaving.’

‘I heard them screaming in my dreams; but when I woke up, I realised it was me screaming all along.’

People talking, perhaps to themselves, perhaps to someone else, but before you get so much as a page into the book there is more you want to know more about. Starting with speech is a good way to draw readers directly into the space of the story, but then it depends on what comes next as to how long they stay there.

 

 
black and white Movie Clapper BoardStart With An Action
Place your reader in the middle of something that is happening to your characters. Exposition and background can (and should) come later, but to open your novel/short story, you want to show the reader that something worth reading about is happening within the pages.

Fred leaned down, extending his arm through the open double doors to the red-eyed child huddled at the bottom of the lift.

Sheryl slammed the door behind her, marching away from the house, her husband, her children, her life.

The hooded stranger twirled the dagger skilfully through his fingers, a playful smile dancing across his shadowed lips.

An action gives a reader immediate pace and, if played right, touches on that natural curiosity in each and every one of us.

 

 
Guillotine-curtainStart With The Scene Setting
I actually think this one is a bit more risky. I’ve seen it done well, but I know that I, personally, would have trouble doing it myself in a way that satisfied me.

The ice cold wind chased flakes of snow across the barren hills, rimmed in the moon’s soft silver.

Moisture dripped from the cracked stone ceiling, pooling at the base of the cramped metal cell and its single sobbing occupant.

The purple moon sank fast, dipping below its blue-hued twin as the last light of the night faded on the planet Xanthir.

If its important for you to place a story quickly (like for a short story, or for flash fiction) then this is probably one of the better ways to do it. Its incredibly important for your reader to understand when/where you are when they start, otherwise its very difficult for them to connect with your piece. However, if you have more time to spend on revealing that, then I’m not sure this style suits.

 
Meh… anyway, that’s what I think and when November 1st comes along, I’ll have to pick one of these to kick off my novel. Whichever idea I end up taking forward. o.O

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80 Post Challenge – Post 34


Name a totally useless possession and how you came to acquire it.


Long Blue RibbonI have a piece of blue ribbon. Just a piece of ribbon that happens to be blue, with ends that aren’t frayed or mangled. I keep in in the right pocket of my blue dressing gown that I only wear when I’m having a bad day and need the comfort of soft, fuzzy warmth close to my skin.

I found the ribbon the other day because I was wearing the dressing gown and I remembered then that I had some wonderful plans for the ribbon when I first acquired it. Shame but that none have come to fruition; its just something pretty and pointless that I can’t make myself get rid of.

I believe – I may be wrong – that the ribbon came from around the base of a birthday cake. My Teddy Bear, called Ted TedIt can’t have been one of my birthday cakes, because those are all kept and tied around the neck of my favourite childhood teddy bear (his name is Ted Ted by the way and he’s 24 years old. He has one eye, no mouth and perhaps only the faintest remnants of a nose). The ribbon currently around his neck is from my 21st birthday cake as that was my last milestone birthday. I guess the next ribbon to go around his neck will be the one from my 30th (on the assumption that I get cake or ribbon for that birthday).

Aaah, no, I’ve talked myself into remembering! The clue is the fact that its in the dressing gown pocket. The ribbon came with the dressing gown; it tied up the item when I unwrapped it from the Christmas wrapping when I got it two years ago. I remember unwrapping the present, cooing at it and then looping the ribbon into a big knot so that I could keep it. And then just shoving it into the pocket. And there is has stayed.

I don’t know why I’ve kept it. It might just be that I keep forgetting its there until I have a day bad enough that I need to wear that dressing gown. But its on the floor of my bedroom at the moment. I saw it before coming out – I’m in a coffee shop! Yey laptop! – and I remember thinking that I should pick it up before I forget to do so. But I haven’t yet.

Meh… its because I’m an untidy bum.

 

 

 

 

My 80 Post Challenge is brought to you with help from Tom Slatin’s 80 Journal Writing Prompts.

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Happy 1st Anniversary!!!


1st anniversary cake and candle - http://openclipart.org/detail/12684/cake-and-candle-by-anonymous-12684
I knew I’d forget! Well… I was rather hoping that I wouldn’t, but I did. Alas.

Well I’ve had rather a lot on my mind lately. -_-

Anyway, point is that the birthday and/or anniversary of my blog slipped by without me saying something about it!

October 10, 2010 my very first post on my then ‘Wibbly Blog’ was published to the internet world. I believe the post, to date, has had something like twenty views and most of them are actually me going back to look at it and coo because it was pretty. Hehee.

Now, its October 20 2011 and I have turned full circle. Or at least I feel I have. A massive loop which has brought me right back to where I started and I can’t help but feel horribly depressed by that. Its sad.

But… then I look back over the last 12 months and realise that that is very much untrue. Yes, I may still be unpublished (which was my main gripe) but nothing happens over night (or in a mere 12 months). More than that, I have grown in a way I could never have imagined this time last year.

I’ve taken steps as a grown up and made decisions as a woman that I never contemplated ever having to make. I’ve settled into a comfortable routine that, while it is routine, is still a sign of growth and maturity. Looking for comfort in stability is not boring, its what plenty of people crave, though they might deny it.

I was going to use this entry to go back over lots of old posts and gush about them, but I htink that would be wrong. Its too much like mulling over all the things that didn’t work or didn’t go quite the way I wanted them to. Instead I should be looking forward. Gazing ahead. Making plans. Forming goals.

This year’s NaNoWriMo stars in 12 days. 12 days before the crazed frenzy of writing every night until my fingers ache takes over and I barely see Dave because I’m so intent on my computer screen. I remember that well from last year. We weren’t living together then; at least this year I’ll be hopping into bed with him when I’m too knackered to write any more. I have two stories in mind and I’ve put the first of those onto my novel info page hoping it will give me something of a kick start. We’ll have to see. The second idea is so far removed from what I normally write, that I might end up chickening out and not doing it at all. Heh, we’ll have to see.

But what else have I done this year? What else should I be proud of?

Joining a writer’s group. Sounds small, but regularly opening my work for critique from others was something that I desperately needed and only half admitted to myself when joining the Leicester Writers Club. The Phoenix Writers are exactly the sort of group I need. Constructive, helpful, friendly. A group I found after an invitation from Maria who I met at Alt Fiction.

And that’s something else I might never have done last year. I would have been frightened out of my mind! Though going to that event has made me a deal more determined. The comments I made about how intimidating it was to see such clusters of middle aged white men have made me all the more focused on pushing to join them as a young black woman. Yikes!

I started submitting work again. Granted, I had a similar freak out as I did last year about not being ready, but that is far more about the quality of the finished product than realising I’m not actually finished at all. But I’m learning to take the knocks. I’m branching out into new genres and testing my writing ability with challenges and submissions to anthologies (more about that when I know more).

However, I think the most important discovery I have made this year was documented in a blog from March. Its called I Am Not Alone and the more I look into Twitter and Facebook, various blogs, forums and websites and groups, the more plain it becomes. While on the one hand that is terrifying just from the sheer weight of the competition, its also comforting to know that there are lots of other people in the same situation as me, who have the same loves, joys and fears as I do. There is a whole community of us that spans the entire world and it grows bigger and bigger with every passing day.

The greatest achievement of this year, I feel, is taking the steps to dip my toes into that pool. I’m not fully immersed in it, not by a long shot, but I guess that’s step two and the plan for this year. 😀

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Film Review: Brotherhood Of The Wolf


First of all, this film is French. I must have forgotten that when the DVD first started to play, because the voice over was English. Then the dubbing was pretty skillfully voice-matched. However, once I realised that it was dubbed, I flicked straight over to French audio and turned the subtitles on. And THAT is how this film should be watched.

At first, I was drawn to it, because I have a thing for Mark Dacascos (Crying Freeman is great, if a little cheesy) and I could see that he was going to be kicking some ass in it.

Then the story began to catch me.

Gentle pushes at a love story with a fabulous fight scene or two which, though out of place in 1700s France, were still great to watch.

The film charts the hunt for a cruel and vicious wolf terrorising the people of the countryside. The King (Louis XV I believe) had sent numerous grips to capture and kill the beast, but none had been able, until the arrival of the good doctor and his adopted Indian brother.

What I also didn’t realise was that the story was based on a true one. There really was a creature chomping down on the villagers in the 1700s. There really had been several attempts to get it and there really were in excess of 100 deaths. I feel the need to watch it again with that knowledge forefront in my mind as I feel that would have made some difference to how the film felt for me.

Regardless of that, it was a highly enjoyable piece, with impressive sets, beautiful costumes, and kung-fu worthy choreography with even made me pause, rewind and play a few times.

The wolves were beautiful too.

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Book Review: The Poison Throne


Author: Celine Kiernan
Title: The Poison Throne
Genre: Fantasy
ISBN: 9781841498218

‘Young Wynter Moorehawke returns to court with her dying father. But her old home is cloaked in fear.’


It took me ages to realise that this was part of a trilogy. I was most of the way through, fully gripped when I realised that there was no way the story could come to its completion in the few pages that were left. I was right.

Wynter Moorehawke has a long, long road ahead of her by the end of this book, but don’t let it stop you.

A world not unlike our own, but with enough of a fantasy element to keep the book suitably escapist. The cats speak, ghosts are known and often welcomed and society is crumbling under the shaky rule of once kind, generous and noble King Jonathan.

One of his sons is missing, the other must take the throne. Whether he wants to or not.

The relationships between these primary characters are introduced in a highly satisfying dribble that forces you to keep turning the pages to find out more. Wynter’s father; strong, witty and wilful declines in a way that tugs on the heartstrings, if only because you feel the same fear he does. Has he given his young daughter enough training to deal with the troubles ahead? Will she be strong enough? Are her friends true enough?

I only picked up this book because I liked the name of the author, but the writing style, plot and feel of the piece is certainly going to send me hunting for the other two books of this trilogy.

Wynter, unlike some young female protagonists is strong enough and smart enough in her own right. She has a stubborn streak that lifts of the page, and manifests in her dedication to her father and best friend. And growing feelings for the third of the group.

I plan to following this trilogy for the characters. Yes, the kingdom is slowly falling to ruin and this war machine that has caused so much terror is obviously important, but I’m far less interested in them that what is going to happen to the people. That is where this book wins out for me; because I’ve really connected to the characters. Its their stories I want to hear and if, by chance, it takes me through the rest of the plot, then I’m willing to follow along with it.

I can’t remember the last time that happened with a book; more concern with the characters than the plot, but this, to me, is a perfect example of how a book should be written. Characters is charge of the plot, not the other way around.

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