On Saturday, August 25, 2012 12:33:48 PM UTC+1, Jymesion wrote:
> My usual method of writing is to begin with a strange situation. By
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> the time I have that written, I've figured out the next scene. This
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> progressing along natural lines.
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> Unfortunately, rewriting my wsip from scratch has opened up all sorts
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> One of these is how to open the story.
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> Here's my latest idea for the first chapter. It's not exactly a shoot
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> the sheriff. (It's twice the length that's allowed in the FAQ, but
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> since there isn't any competition for attention in the group right
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> now, I hope that can be forgiven. ;) )
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> Jace's vellum-scraper cut into his hip, and his nose was squashed into
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> his knee. The receiver was an inch smaller than the one he'd left, and
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> the scientific principle which magicked people from one universe to
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> another didn't compress molecules or adjust densities -- it simply
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> crammed the traveler into the available space.
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> He elbowed the latch to open the door. With the pressure released, his
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> back slid across the receiver's slick porcelain lining, dumping him on
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> his side, half in, half out, his shoulder hitting the stone floor. The
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> tunnel was so small he'd have to crawl anyway, but it portended a
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> problem when he had to squeeze back in for the trip home. He knew
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> someone would eventually figure out the chronological order in which
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> the people who invented travel had used porcelain, tin, titanium, and
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> a dozen other coatings in the receivers. He doubted anyone would ever
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> learn why they made them so small that travelers had to fold
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> themselves up like magicians' assistants.
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> The blue glow of his travelplate's screen was his only light. He
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> slipped it out of the receiver's ceiling, moved the symbols
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> identifying his origin into the destination window so it'd be ready in
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> case he had to return quickly, and replaced it in its slot. After
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> closing the door, he started crawling across the rough floor in the
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> dark.
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> After only ten feet, he felt the handle of the fake stone slab
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> blocking the end of the tunnel. It took two tugs to pull it from its
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> hole. Only darkness lay beyond. Relieved, he dug a candle and match
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> from his satchel. The match wasn't suitable for the year 1368, but the
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> burnt stub was the least of what the natives would find if they
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> discovered the receiver's hiding place. He'd argued he might as well
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> carry a lighter, but his handlers at Authority suspected he wanted to
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> use it during the mission instead of the period-correct flint and
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> tinder in his kit. Giving him one match made his life easier while
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> keeping him from contaminating the locals.
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> By the light of the candle, he saw the clock left by a previous
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> traveler. There was an hour's difference between its reading and what
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> he'd been told it should be. Time not only passed at different rates
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> in different universes, it sometimes changed speed or went in fits and
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> starts within one. Jace didn't care about the theories of how or why;
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> what mattered to him was he'd arrived earlier than expected, so he
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> wouldn't have to hurry.
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> The room beyond the hole had been carved out of solid rock, and it was
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> barely tall enough for him to stand upright. After putting the candle
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> in a recess near the ceiling, he moved the fake stone slab back into
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> place and smoothed the seams over with his hand. It looked so much
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> like the surrounding wall that the edges seemed to disappear.
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> A rowboat sat in the middle of the floor. He laid his satchel, cloak,
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> and pouch of scribe's tools in it and shuffled along the narrow space
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> beside it to reach the front of the room. Two slabs, side by side and
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> less than three feet tall, were doors, with a narrow piece closing the
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> gap between them. He moved that slat slowly, looking and listening
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> for anything out of place. Only pre-dawn light and the sound of waves
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> gently lapping a rocky shore came through.
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> After cautiously creeping out, he checked the whole island. No more
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> than forty meters long and half that wide, its sole feature was the
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> central rock standing three meters above the water. The only trace
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> that humans had ever set foot there was the remains of a fire on the
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> leeward side, perhaps made by some fisherman caught in a storm who
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> decided any land was better than none. Those ashes were weeks old,
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> barely more than a stain on the gravel.
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> The sun was on the horizon by the time he worked the rowboat through
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> the low doorway, man-handled it to the shore, and replaced the slabs
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> to hide the room. Even though the morning was chilly, he decided to
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> stay dressed as he was. He was already sweating. If he put on his warm
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> cloak, he'd be reeking by the time he reached the mainland. It would
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> be more in keeping with his disguise as an itinerant scribe, but he
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> expected to be absolutely filthy by the end of the day anyway and saw
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> no reason to hurry the process.
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> Jace rowed around the island and started to pull heavily for the long
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> way to the mainland. The thought occurred to him whether he should
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> trust such a boat. No piece of it could be more than forty inches
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> long, the maximum which would fit crosswise in a receiver. Vertical
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> zig-zags on the side looked as if they were only knife marks since the
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> grain of the wood seemed continuous down the entire length of the
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> planks. He knew them to be the joints where waterproof epoxy held
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> together precision joints of plastic and cellulose composite textured
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> to look like old oak. It was highly engineered and made of the finest
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> materials, but it was still a jigsaw puzzle, and he was miles from
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> land.
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> He also thought how backwards the idea was. If they'd used some rods
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> and locked them together to run from the receiver to the room, they
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> could have sent a real boat. It was an unexplained feature that a
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> receiver would shunt the transmission of a metal box too large for it
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> to the end of an attached rigid iron bar. Besides shipping a complete
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> boat that way, travelers could afterwards add a digit to the
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> destination code and be sent to the box instead of the tiny receiver.
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> Why would Authority, ever harping on the need to keep societies
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> unaware of a traveler's presence, prefer a polymer and synthetic
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> piecework be tied up to local docks rather than let a metal box sit in
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> a cave which the natives hadn't discovered in the thousand or so years
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> since the receiver had been installed?
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> He knew he'd never know the answer, so he consoled himself with the
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> fact that his anger over their stupidity had made him row faster and
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> had kept him from thinking about how slowly the island receded into
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> the distance.
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> I'm mainly concerned with how much, if at all, it draws a reader in
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> and how infodumpy it is, but any comments will be appreciated.
I didn't read it all, but I saw some critiques that seem rather unhelpful. It doesn't matter which dictionary says what in which language. Use the language the character would use and certainly don't fret over spelling at this stage. Minutiae like that can be addressed when you have a story. It's the character's situation and their story, and if you start pandering to and worrying over differences in readers and audiences, you're in their world rather than the world of your character. You're in their world, not the character's world.
If "rowboat" is right for the character, then use it. There are lots of ways of handling reader/audience differences but you can worry about that when you have a story that's engaging and characters that are alive and authentic.
If you're concerned it's infodumpy, then as a general guide, it probably is. Writers often think they need to describe everything in fantastic detail for it to be interesting and exciting, but you don't. I think of writing like Christmas. Presents are their most exciting and attention grabbing when they're still wrapped in shiny foil paper. Don't unwrap all your presents for the reader at once: they'll switch off. You have the whole story to do that.
Study the form of 'story'. It's really worth it.
Gruff
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