Thursday, November 13, 2014

Fall First Hop Critique 3

I'll give a shot at some first page comments. Keep in mind that feedback on a first page is subjective by nature. What does and does not catch the eye is going to vary by person. Each writer must weigh the comments they get against their own judgement and make the changes that resonate with them.

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Random number generator picks 17!

Here is the first page without comments:
Genre: YA Science Fiction (historical-type setting)

My rope arced up through the moonlit night and slid down the wooden fence. Again. Damn.

The sound of panting echoed through the empty yard beyond the eight-foot fence—the blacksmith's dog must have heard me. I coiled the rope and tossed it a third time. Finally, it caught the top of the post. I yanked it several times to test the strength, then braced my feet against the planks and scrambled up.

At the top, the points of the planks dug into my torso as I twisted the rope around so it would fall into the yard and provide me an escape route. The big, black mutt stood silently at the bottom, gazing up at me, sniffing for the treat I'd brought him. Or smelling me. By now, we were old friends. He hadn't barked at me in weeks.

I held onto the top of the fence and dangled my legs into the yard, wood scraping my hands as I fell onto my backside. When I stood, I wiped my palms on my thighs. Barely a scratch, no big deal.

The dog whined softly, and I pulled my ration of meat for this week out of my pocket. My mouth watered, but I tossed it to the dog. A small price for a glimpse of freedom. The chicken wing and breast disappeared in seconds.

The fence cast deep shadows where I stood, so I moved out into the yard, straining to glimpse silver or black in the sand.




And with my crazy comments: 


Genre: YA Science Fiction (historical-type setting) (Not sure what a historical type setting would be for science fiction.) 

My rope arced up through the moonlit night and slid down the wooden fence to land at my feet?. Again. Damn. (like how they experience failure right off the bat.)

The sound of panting echoed through from the empty yard beyond the eight-foot fence—the blacksmith's dog must have heard me. I coiled the rope and tossed it a third time. Finally, Luck.(or something voicy.) It caught the top of the post. I yanked it several times to test the strength, then braced my feet against the planks and scrambled up.

At the top, the points of the planks (slats instead of planks?) dug into my torso as I twisted the rope around so it would fall into the yard and provide me an escape route. The big, (Many times commas aren't put between an adjective and a color anymore. My test is can you reverse the order of the adjectives and it still makes sense/sounds right. If you can't reverse them, then no comma.) black mutt stood silently at the bottom, gazing gazed (silent can be implied) up at me, sniffing for the treat I'd brought him. Or smelling (scenting?) me. By now, we were old friends. He hadn't barked at me in weeks.

I held onto the top of the fence and dangled my legs into the yard, wood scraping my hands as I fell onto my backside. When I stood, I wiped wiping my palms on my thighs. Barely a scratch, no big deal.

The dog whined softly, and I pulled my ration of meat for this week out of from my pocket. (If that's all they get for a week, what do they give the dog the rest of the time. Or are the visits only weekly? Just idle thoughts.) My mouth watered, but I tossed it to the dog. A small price for a glimpse of freedom. The chicken wing and breast disappeared in seconds. (Their life must not be so bad if they get chicken.)

The fence cast deep shadows where I stood, so I moved out into the yard, straining to glimpse silver or black in the sand. (feels awkward. ) The fence cast deep shadows, forcing me to move out into the yard to glimpse silver or black in the sand. 


Pretty strong entry that does raise curiosity.
I felt like there should be another word after 'silver or black.' There's a fine line between making someone curious and leaving someone too much in the dark. And to me, it needed more explanation at that point. Silver and black what?
Also I'm wondering about the science fiction. I'm guessing that's why the addition to the genre, because there's nothing futuristic about this page. I'm assuming it's in the query which makes it not a problem.  

6 comments:

  1. I like the opening line here. It's intriguing and makes me wonder what's going on.

    I think you can fix the flow somewhat...it read as a little choppy to me when you were transitioning between paragraphs. But I do like how the paragraphs themselves flow, as they seem well put together and well written.

    In the second paragraph you say "the sound of panting"...can you show that? I think it would really strengthen that paragraph.

    Overall, though, I really like this opener. Good luck!

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  3. I thought this entry was great! When I finished, I had no idea who the MC was (gender, age, name) but I was totally invested. It was a bummer when the words stopped :(

    The author did a nice job of tying in back story throughout the action.

    I would absolutely read this. I NEED to know what's on the other side of that fence!

    Once again, thanks for hosting this. And critiquing.

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  4. This was another one that I critiqued on the blog. Re-reading it with Michelle's comments, I think that planks is a word that for some reason makes me think of wood that is laying down like on a pier. Slats, or boards might be another word if you are looking for variation there. I really like the revised first sentence. Again lots of great ideas I can use when I'm revising my own work.

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  5. Thanks Michelle, and everyone else for your encouragement and suggestions!

    Re the "sound of panting" - I think I'm changing back to just "panting."

    And thank you for the suggested replacements for planks. I also found "pickets," but that makes them sound too short, doesn't it? Anyway, I'll work on that part and all the other comments.

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  6. Oh, and I wanted to say you're right, Michelle! The SF part is explained in the query: genetically engineered monsters which show up at the end of the first chapter. There's also medical research and testing later in the ms.

    What my MC is looking for beyond this fence comes in the next paragraph. I'll look into bringing it forward a bit. Thanks again!

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