If I Were Your Writing Coach, I Would Start You at the Beginning

 

Your first line is the most important of your written work. It is like the door to your house or business. You want it to be inviting so the reader will feel welcome and come for a visit in the world you have created. If the door to your house is chipped and scuffed and needs painting or refinishing and maybe the screen on the storm door is hanging loose, people might be a little hesitant to come visit. If you want to be a professional writer, your first line is the door to your business. If the opening of your written work is sloppy or uninteresting, why would the reader want to move on to the next line? If the first paragraph is dull or passive or even seemingly evasive through being non-specific, why would a reader want to bother reading the second paragraph? You don’t want your reader to feel like they have entered a rough part of town where few of the houses are maintained.

As mentioned in the previous entry of this series, I critique a fair number of works of art before they are seen by the public. While I have critiqued works of visual and industrial art, my forte is in the written word. I have helped other authors develop poems, short stories, novellas, novels, and even non-fiction works. I often come across the same issues in the works of many authors, especially those who are amateurs or just trying to break into the profession. This conversation will highlight one of these common issues and errors: the weak opening.

Action and Active Voice

If you are writing most types of fiction, write your first sentence in the active voice. You probably want the whole first paragraph in the active voice. You want to establish movement in your novel or short story. Don’t set the scene. Don’t tell your reader that it’s a bright and sunny day or that a vehicle moves slowly.¹ Focus on a character and what he, she, or it is doing.

General Charles Vanlore FitzFey, the honorable Earl of Albios, watched the main entrance of the Salamander from a seat in the lobby. His twin brother was late, as usual. Probably the only time Peter had not been late was at the Battle of Brihuega, but that was close to seventy years ago. Charles tapped the arm of his chair. Every year, he swore that the next year he would impose himself on his children for his birthday celebration, rather than waiting around for his brother to show up for their mutual dinner.

Who is this about? Lord Albios. What is he doing? He’s waiting on his twin brother, watching for when Peter comes in. He’s impatient. And it’s obvious from this opening to the story that this happens every year. It’s obvious that the twins long ago established a tradition to celebrate their birthday together.

Who else is it about? Peter. We don’t know much more about him yet, other than that he is late everywhere he goes. We already know that this causes conflict between the brothers. Because this is a short story in a larger collection, the reader, by the time he or she comes to this story, will also recognize that one or both must be officers in the British Army because of the club he is waiting in.

Compare that to this:

The lobby of the Salamander had high ceilings. It was a comfortable club, established at the turn of the century by a group of British Army officers. Everyone who was anyone in the army was a member. There were thickly-upholstered leather chairs and couches, mostly in claret red, royal blue, or hunter green to match the uniforms of the men sprinkled around the large room. One man sat tapping the arm of his chair and watching the entrance of the club.

It’s the same scene. It’s the same story. But it’s a very different focus. Who is this about? Maybe this man tapping the arm of his chair? Or, maybe it’s about the club? Or maybe it’s about a group of army officers? What do we know about the mentioned man? Only that he’s tapping his fingers and watching the entrance. Is he waiting for someone? Is he waiting for the rain to stop outside? Is he just bored and deciding what he will do next? Does he have some other internal conflict bothering him? We’re already a paragraph in and know nothing about him or his motivations. We know more about the club than the man or his intentions or what this story is going to be about.

But the story isn’t about the club. It’s about the men. It’s about how a conversation between the brothers on their birthday sets a series of events in motion that changes their lives. It will never matter to the story what color the leather seats are in the Salamander. It will never matter when the club was founded.

As an author, you have to weed out what is and is not important to your reader. If some bit of background scenery is important to the plot, that’s fine. But if not, go by the rule of Chekhov’s Gun.

Chekhov’s Gun

If you haven’t been studying writing, you might not be familiar with Chekhov’s Gun. It has been stated several ways, but it comes down to, if you’re including details, make sure they are used. One formulation of the rule is, “If there is a pistol hanging on the wall in Act One, it gets used in Act Two.”

The Cessna skimmed in low over the pines.

If that were the opening of a story, both the plane and the pine trees had better be important to the story. Maybe the plane goes too low. Maybe the plane can land, but doesn’t have enough room to take off again due to the pines. Maybe the plane runs on a wood-burning steam engine. Still, it would be better to focus on the pilot or from the point of view of a character seeing it.

The Cessna skimmed in low over the pines. John looked up quickly to try to follow the motion of the plane and he felt something snap in his neck.

The second sentence makes it a whole different story. Maybe the Cessna will be used to get John to a hospital.

Whatever the case, if you’re mentioning the Cessna and pines, both should matter. If you’re mentioning them in your first sentence, they had better matter a lot.

Point-of-View Character

My last essay on amateur writers’ errors was about using the Point-of-View Character (POVC). In the first example above, Lord Albios is the POVC, at least of that section of the story. Other than the date, the first thing the reader sees is his name. As I said above, the best opening focuses on a character and what he is doing. Having that first character mentioned be the POVC helps the reader establish who this story is about, or at least who the first section is about.

In other words, by properly establishing a POVC instead of having an omniscient narrator (who knows the colors of the chairs and when the club was established), we make it much easier to create an opening line for the work/chapter/section. “POVC (is doing this).” Now, you won’t do this for every section. You will have some variety. Maybe you start out with the POVC’s speaking:

“Well, say that we did change the establishment, what you’re speaking of does not sound like a foot regiment to me. The Romans mixed foot and cavalry in their legions, but this is even more mixed up,” William said.

Now, that happens to be the beginning of a section where William is already established in the chapter, and had been the POVC in the previous section. We don’t have to re-establish that this particular William is His Royal Highness Prince William Henry, the Duke of Gloucester, since he’s the only William in the chapter.

But this brings up another point. In the opening line, use the name by which the character identifies himself. You can flesh out his or her full identity later.

Charley walked around his study with a glass of port in his hand. He paused at a northwestern window and admired the sunset. At this time of year, the sun was still setting quite late. He was lord of nearly all he surveyed. His study was the top floor of his tower house. Tower palace, really. He had added the additional floor after his wife had died. He had considered retiring and becoming a recluse at that point. Designing and supervising the construction of the study had occupied him for that summer, and he had had time to heal, to grieve, and by the autumn he had been ready to go back to Edinburgh, where he was bishop at the time.

We go forward a few paragraphs and find:

His father had been the one who had called him Charley. Nobody else ever had. He only called himself that internally. When he introduced himself, he would give his official name: Tarlych McTarlych, Duke of Lewis and Archbishop of Glasgow. It sounded as if he were someone important, but he was just another bastard of a king who had many.

For nearly a hundred years since his father died, nobody has ever called this character Charley, but it is how he thinks of himself. Tarlych is sometimes considered a Gaelic version of Charles or Charley, but his mother, his siblings, his wife, everyone except his father called him Tarlych or “Your Grace.” He is introduced to the reader from his point-of-view. It is only later that his real name, title, and occupation are revealed.

You may note that the first example I gave above didn’t do this, though:

General Charles Vanlore FitzFey, the honorable Earl of Albios, watched the main entrance of the Salamander from a seat in the lobby. His twin brother was late, as usual. Probably the only time Peter had not been late was at the Battle of Brihuega, but that was close to seventy years ago. Charles tapped the arm of his chair. Every year, he swore that the next year he would impose himself on his children for his birthday celebration, rather than waiting around for his brother to show up for their mutual dinner.

It appears that Lord Albios identifies as “Charles.” The reason for identifying him so thoroughly immediately is that there is another character named Charles who is in several chapters in this particular book. It’s important to establish right away that this new chapter is not about the other Charles, who is usually identified as “Sir Charles.” Because these stories are set in Great Britain in the Eighteenth Century, many people happen to be named for the last several kings: George, William (or William Henry), and Charles. (Not so many for James, though.) If your novel or story does not have so many characters with the same or similar names, you can start with how the character identifies himself. Fill in the background later, as was the case with Tarlych McTarlych above. Your main goal is to get things moving.

Let’s look back at John and the Cessna for a moment.

John heard the engine and looked up, searching the sky. After a moment the Cessna came skimming over the pines. Supplies from the big city. He nodded and changed his walking direction to the landing strip.

We don’t have an omniscient narrator describing the plane and the pines and the sun in the sky. We have a character who has needs.

Action and World-building and Background

With science fiction, fantasy, or historical novels, there may be quite a bit of what is referred to as world-building. There is a strong tendency to indulge in showing the world you have built as soon as possible to put the reader into the right frame of reference. Besides, all of the work you have done creating this new planet or this magic system or researching exactly what color the drapes were in Buckingham House in 1782, well, you want to get your money’s worth out of that work. You want to show it off to the reader like you might show your younger brother your hot, new sportscar. Take it out for a spin! Woohoo!

Do I need to say it? Big mistake. Your first goal is to engage the reader. Give him a character he or she can empathize with as the character is upset at work and trying to escape or waiting for that buck to take one more step out into the clearing or blowing off the side of a mountain as part of a mining operation or as he realizes he messed up and has to unravel three rows of that scarf he was knitting. Your world is (probably¹) not a character. It is background information. Keep it in the background. Reveal it as you go through the action. Don’t have an omniscient narrator describe it all upfront. The reader won’t remember all of those details. Don’t have your character think about what the rest of the building looks like. Have him walk through the building and see what it looks like.

Reuben looked around his sterile office and shook his head. He rose to go have a break. He entered the hallway with its painted lines on the floor to direct visitors to various departments and followed those lines as the hallway became a corridor with more lines coalescing from side hallways, a stream becoming a mighty river as it approached the sea of the lobby. He passed the main desk and went out the pneumatic doors, turning to the side where there was a small pad of concrete with seating next to the building. He felt his respirator kick on as he looked at the purple sky of noon. Most planets humans had settled, he reflected, one could breathe outside or a full body suit was needed to be out in the elements. Rinobertis was pleasant enough except for the oxygen level.

Compare that to something like:

Rinobertis was settled during the second great migration of humans into space after the development of the Juicyfruit Mentat Drive, which was much faster than the previous FTL² Drive developed by Scott Montgomery in the late Twenty-First Century after the Seventh Woke War had resulted in the Calumny Revolution, freeing people to be innovative once more. It was classified as a Type 6A planet, very Earth-like but requiring special survival apparatus. In the case of Rinobertis, the special survival apparatus is a respirator, because Rinobertis’ atmosphere has very little free oxygen. The particular geological conditions at the planet’s birth had locked up the oxygen in water and in rocks. While life had developed, it was not the same sort of life had that had freed the oxygen, leading to its own demise and the rise of more complex lifeforms that used oxygen.

These two opening paragraphs are exactly the same number of words. One gives you a character, tells you something about the character, tells you something about where he works, which seems at least vaguely hospital-like, and tells you a little about the planet he is on, which we can assume will be important later. The second version spews a bunch of information we’ll never need to know. Do we care about the planetary typing system and what 6A specifically means? Do we have to memorize all the other codes, too? Do we care when the planet was settled or what sort of drive was used to get there? Is it going to be important? Will there be a test later?

Now, maybe all of that information will be important, but bring it into the story closer to when it’s important. In the meantime, get your character or characters into the story and moving. They can move through the landscape and think about the technologies and worlds as they are moving through them. But skip the classification systems. They’re boring. Have you ever read 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea? It’s much better as a movie because the movie doesn’t have list after list of sea flora and fauna dragging the story down.

Reveal the brilliance of your world-building as it supports the story, not in a core dump anywhere in your story. That distracts and bores the reader. It’s just the background scenery, not the story.

Summary and Questions

Your opening line is the most important part of any written work. It has to be inviting, making the reader want to continue. Action is better than ambiance. A character in action is best of all.

Any of you want to call me a doody-head over this?³ What is your experience of opening lines? What do you find draws you in? Do you have other ideas of what makes a good opening? What have you got for me, Ricochet?


Notes:

  1. As noted in the previous essay, there are exceptions to every rule. Maybe the vehicle mentioned is artificial intelligence and has a name? Maybe the planet is a very large alien?
  2. Stands for Fruit-of-The-Loom Drive, not Faster Than Light. Haven’t you ever heard of physics?
  3. My wife’s reaction was, “What about an opening line like, ‘It was the best of times, it was the worst of times’?” I told her, had I been the editor of Dickens, Twain, and many others, they’d have been much better writers.
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  1. Hank Rhody, Freelance Philosopher Contributor
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    If I were making a movie out of A Tale of Two Cities now I’d start with two TVs in the back of the shot, one pointed at CNN and one pointed at FOX. On CNN the scrolling text would read “It was the best of times” and on Fox it’d read “It was the worst of times”, and they’d cycle through the whole opening paragraph that way.

    Of course, that smash hit would be followed by the ill-advised sequel 2 Tales 2 Cities, and then of course the inevitable A Tale of Three Cities: Tokyo Drift.

    There’s good and sufficient reason why I’m not a movie director.

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  2. Arahant Member
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    Hank Rhody, Freelance Philosop… (View Comment):

    Arahant: But this brings up another point. In the opening line, use the name by which the character identifies himself. You can flesh out his or her full identity later.

    What do you do for a first person point of view? Do you leave the name out until he gets around to talking to someone a couple paragraphs down, or do you try to slip it in like zucchini into spaghetti sauce?

    “I, Walton Hughes, being of sound mind and body…”

    The former.

    I was sitting in my office when a pair of legs walked in the door. I rather liked what they were attached to.

    “Are you Mr. Lurid?” she pointed to the door that said B. Lurid, Private Detective.

    I stood up and extended my hand, “Yes, ma’am, but you can call me Beau.”

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  3. Hank Rhody, Freelance Philosopher Contributor
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    You are a horrible, horrible man and I hope the Pun Police lock you up and throw away the key.

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  4. Arahant Member
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    Hank Rhody, Freelance Philosop… (View Comment):

    You are a horrible, horrible man and I hope the Pun Police lock you up and throw away the key.

    Why thank you.

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  5. Arahant Member
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    Responding to the last few comments, I have already said these are general guidelines for beginning writers. Good, experienced writers can often get away with almost anything. As @sparker said, don’t be boring, and most experienced fiction writers are not.

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  6. Hank Rhody, Freelance Philosopher Contributor
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    Arahant (View Comment):
    Good, experienced writers

    Just what kind of a lady do you think I am?

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  7. Boss Mongo Member
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    ToryWarWriter (View Comment):

    Whenever I am stuck, someone busts down the front door of the room and starts shooting up the place with a shot gun. It works every time.

    @torywarwriter, I like where your head is at.

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  8. Boss Mongo Member
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    When I got to Korea, in late ’93, immediately on arriving my battalion commander assigned me as the investigating officer for a 15-6 Commander’s Inquiry.  Some kid lieutenant had ventured down a range lane and run over a bunch of targetry with his Bradley.  For whatever reason, it was considered a big deal requiring an investigation.

    It literally worked out that I could start the narrative of my findings with “It was a dark and stormy night…”

    That commander loved me ever after.

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  9. Arahant Member
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    Boss Mongo (View Comment):
    It literally worked out that I could start the narrative of my findings with “It was a dark and stormy night…”

    Laughing so hard here, and that wasn’t even fiction. I have a fantasy noir detective story in the hopper with that opening.

    It was a dark and stormy night. Well, it almost had to be, didn’t it? Ever since the Great Duel, that was all we had. I had never known a sunny day in my life. Neither had my father or grandfather or any of my ancestors in five hundred years. I swirled the whisky in my glass, and then took a sip. It had a smoky flavor. Don’t let the whisky make you think I’m one of these retro-men who think everything old or before the magic was let in is better than magical brews. I would love it if those magical brews and potions worked for me. But without the magic, there were only the natural tastes, and most of them tasted god-awful. I had to make do with an older magic, the magic of whisky. I took a puff of my cigar and blew the smoke out towards the window. Of course, the window was closed, since it was stormy outside. The smoke hit the wall and dispersed in a rolling and roiling cloud.

    I heard the click of heels down the hallway approaching my door.

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  10. Percival Thatcher
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    Arahant (View Comment):

    Boss Mongo (View Comment):
    It literally worked out that I could start the narrative of my findings with “It was a dark and stormy night…”

    Laughing so hard here, and that wasn’t even fiction. I have a fantasy noir detective story in the hopper with that opening.

    It was a dark and stormy night. Well, it almost had to be, didn’t it? Ever since the Great Duel, that was all we had. I had never known a sunny day in my life. Neither had my father or grandfather or any of my ancestors in five hundred years. I swirled the whisky in my glass, and then took a sip. It had a smoky flavor. Don’t let the whisky make you think I’m one of these retro-men who think everything old or before the magic was let in is better than magical brews. I would love it if those magical brews and potions worked for me. But without the magic, there were only the natural tastes, and most of them tasted god-awful. I had to make do with an older magic, the magic of whisky. I took a puff of my cigar and blew the smoke out towards the window. Of course, the window was closed, since it was stormy outside. The smoke hit the wall and dispersed in a rolling and roiling cloud.

    I heard the click of heels down the hallway approaching my door.

    Just as long as you don’t have to choke down the swill that Merlin is always pushing. I keep telling him that powdered bat’s wings is not a proper beverage ingredient.

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  11. Arahant Member
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    Percival (View Comment):
    Just as long as you don’t have to choke down the swill that Merlin is always pushing. I keep telling him that powdered bat’s wings is not a proper beverage ingredient.

    If you’re magic-resistant, you can’t taste what the magic does to the brew. That’s one of my character’s problems. They call him Jack the Magicless. In a world filled with magic, he’s got bupkis. On the other hand, magic has no effect on him, which means he can’t be hexed or jinxed. It’s not a bad thing for a private detective.

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  12. Arahant Member
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    A bit more:

    The door opened and in stepped the most lovely vision of feminine pulchritude I had ever seen in my life. Long, flowing, strawberry-blonde curls above a body that could seduce a prince and legs a dancer would be proud of. It was all packaged into a smart green suit that brought out the color of her eyes. She looked young, somewhere between sixteen and twenty, but I knew better than to trust appearances in a world full of magic. There was also the little detail of her pointed ears sticking out from her curls. I was part-elf myself, but one would never know it to look at me, especially with my fully-rounded ears. Her face…well, it was the most beautiful face I had ever seen in my life. It was the sort of face where you could find anything you liked about a woman. Pretty? Yes. Cute and perky? Yes. Regal? Yes.

    She closed the door behind her and then turned back to me. I suppose you would not be surprised to find out that when she turned to close the door, I was investigating the other side of her and found it just as perfect.

    “Are you Mr. Gordon?” she asked.

    The question knocked me out of my stupor. I had been sitting there staring like an idiot. I put down my cigar and whisky glass and stood up, extending a hand, “Yes, miss, I am, what can I do for you?”

    “Isobel Fletcher,” she took my hand. And then she went and spoiled all my hopes and dreams, “Is it true that you are not magical?”

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  13. Hoyacon Member
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    A guard came to the prison shoe-shop, where Jimmy Valentine was assiduously stitching uppers, and escorted him to the front office.

    I’m pretty sure that this O. Henry opener was freshman high-school English, and it has stuck with me, mostly because “assiduously stitching uppers” is fun to say.

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  14. Percival Thatcher
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    Arahant (View Comment):

    Percival (View Comment):
    Just as long as you don’t have to choke down the swill that Merlin is always pushing. I keep telling him that powdered bat’s wings is not a proper beverage ingredient.

    If you’re magic-resistant, you can’t taste what the magic does to the brew. That’s one of my character’s problems. They call him Jack the Magicless. In a world filled with magic, he’s got bupkis. On the other hand, magic has no effect on him, which means he can’t be hexed or jinxed. It’s not a bad thing for a private detective.

    Bink’s talent in Piers Anthony’s  Xanth books was that he couldn’t be affected by magical talents. 

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  15. Arahant Member
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    Percival (View Comment):
    Bink’s talent in Piers Anthony’s Xanth books was that he couldn’t be affected by magical talents.

    In a world of magic, it can come in handy. Of course, when the magic also brought permanent storms and darkness, it can be difficult having absolutely no magic, too. From the first Jack the Magicless story:

    One might say that there are three forms of magiclessness: the inability to perform magical acts, the inability for magic to affect the person, and the inability to sustain one’s vital functions through magic. This last of the three types has been my greatest disability. There have been plenty of people in the last five hundred years since the Great Curse who were not good at magic, could not project magic outward to affect the world very much. Many of them were called “magicless,” even though they did have magic in them and the magic sustained them. They could also be affected by outside magic. Then there have been a very few who were proof to the magic of others. They could neither be cursed nor blessed through the magic of another, although they had magic of their own. Usually, these people are not called magicless, but shielded or invulnerable or, very occasionally, unblessable, such as Mark Balliol the Unblessable.

    A most interesting case was Tom of the Ten Thousand Blessings. The punchline, of course, is that none of the ten thousand blessings he sought out helped him in any way at all, since he, too, was unblessable.

    But every other person since the Great Curse has used magic to sustain their bodies. We never really knew or understood this until I came along. When I was very young, my bones were soft and they bent. Being unblessable, even the most magical of physicians could do nothing for me. It took a great deal of research to discover the cause of my problem. Finally, it was determined that before the Great Curse, people had strong bones due somehow to sunshine. Our skin, exposed to full-spectrum sunshine, creates a secretion within our bodies that makes the bones stronger. Most of our forms of magical lighting do not have the full spectrum that the sun had. For everyone but me, the magic within each person sustains bodily health and somehow creates this needed secretion. For me, special lighting had to be invented. It is non-magical lighting, of course, that uses normal physical properties to generate full-spectrum light. I have to spend a half hour per day in that light to generate enough of this secretion to strengthen my bones. Unfortunately, by the time this was discovered, I was already a bowlegged hunchback, and no magic can be used to repair that early damage since, again, I am unblessable.

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  16. Hoyacon Member
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    True or false?

    It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

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  17. Arahant Member
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    Hoyacon (View Comment):

    True or false?

    It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

    These days, false.

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  18. Hoyacon Member
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    Arahant (View Comment):

    Hoyacon (View Comment):

    True or false?

    It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

    These days, false.

    Yes.  Interesting how malleable “universally acknowledged” truths are over time.

    You have me thinking about beginnings. Thanks.

    White privilege, 1925:

    In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since. ‘Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,’ he told me, ‘just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.

    Had to look that one up to get it right.

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  19. Arahant Member
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    Hoyacon (View Comment):

    White privilege, 1925:

    In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since. ‘Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,’ he told me, ‘just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.

    Had to look that one up to get it right.

    First-person narration can be a very different kettle of fish.

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  20. ToryWarWriter Coolidge
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    Boss Mongo (View Comment):

    ToryWarWriter (View Comment):

    Whenever I am stuck, someone busts down the front door of the room and starts shooting up the place with a shot gun. It works every time.

    @torywarwriter, I like where your head is at.

    Hey @bossmongo you want to beta read my novella?

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  21. CB Toder aka Mama Toad Member
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    Hank Rhody, Freelance Philosop… (View Comment):
    That’s a shame. I would suggest going back and trying it again. It’s a perfect description of media culture. 

    I was able to read the first sentence, after I had finished the book. I was committed to writing a book report on the book, which is probably why I found it so stressful. If I’d been just reading it with a half-bushel of tart apples in a cozy corner I might have been able to endure the opener. As it was, it seemed cruel. Possibly taunting, even?

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  22. Boss Mongo Member
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    ToryWarWriter (View Comment):

    Boss Mongo (View Comment):

    ToryWarWriter (View Comment):

    Whenever I am stuck, someone busts down the front door of the room and starts shooting up the place with a shot gun. It works every time.

    @torywarwriter, I like where your head is at.

    Hey @bossmongo you want to beta read my novella?

    Sure.  Shoot me the text of your novella by whatever means is easier for you and a No Later Than Date.  Also, let me know if you want me to focus on just content, or also bring the typo/grammar Nazi persona.

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  23. Hank Rhody, Freelance Philosopher Contributor
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    Boss Mongo (View Comment):
    or also bring the typo/grammar Nazi persona.

    Boss Mongo, grammar Nazi. Yeah, I just got a wave of fear down my spine.

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  24. Arahant Member
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    @Arahant

    Hank Rhody, Freelance Philosop… (View Comment):

    Boss Mongo (View Comment):
    or also bring the typo/grammar Nazi persona.

    Boss Mongo, grammar Nazi. Yeah, I just got a wave of fear down my spine.

    “I found a comma splice. Now, I bring the pain.”

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