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This week we have the first page of a YA fantasy from KayC. My overall thoughts are at the end. As always, this is all just my opinion. Your mileage may vary.
First Page
It wasn’t a white feathery cloud, the sort that
danced around in the sunlight on a spring afternoon. It was flat, and dark, and
moved with intent.
This is a little too much description for me. It slows things down. I wanna know what the cloud is. |
Rhanee stood on top of a
bare knoll as the mist sank towards her. In the distance, a crimson moon
followed its smaller white counterpart over the rim of a mountain range. Behind
her the sun sank toward the horizon.
What does the image of her grand- mother have to do with the creepy cloud that's trying to grab her? |
The leading edge of the cloud
reared up and wispy tentacles slithered towards her. She swallowed as an image
of her grandmother, lying in the hospital bed with staring, blank eyes, flitted
through her mind. Her legs began to tremble. It was too late to change her
mind, too late to run.
What barrier? |
She clutched her arms to
her chest and scrunched her face in concentration. The air around
her shimmered and a translucent bubble appeared. Her arms dropped to her sides
as the mist crept around the glassy surface of the barrier.
I really want to know what she's talking about. |
She chewed on her lip and
sighed. But I’ve got to do it now,
before I really lose my nerve. She clenched both hands until her
fingernails dug into her palm. Be brave. The
adults are too afraid, but I’m not! She clamped her teeth and
released the barrier. Sweat broke out along her forehead as the
cloud closed in and began to wrap around her. Wave after wave of despair washed
over her.
Be
brave. She sucked in a lung full of air and lifted her chin. “What
are you? Where did you come from?”
No answer.
The swirling mantle
thickened. Icy shards of grief and longing stabbed at her, burrowing like
frenzied worms. Rhanee swiped at a tear as she dropped to one
knee. I didn’t think it would be this
bad.
Adam's Thoughts
Writing? Solid. Voice? Great. I've got nothing to say about these things.
My problem here is I don't know what's going on. Normally that wouldn't be so bad, but the problem is that the narrator does know what's going on, and I feel like she's not telling me. She knows what she's there to do. She knows about the barrier (that I guess she made?). She knows what the cloud is, or at least thinks she does.
And because I don't know, I'm not in there with her. I don't feel her fear, because I don't understand why she's afraid, or what she thinks the cloud is going to do to her. I don't know her goal or the stakes or anything.
So my suggestion is don't be afraid to explain things. You don't have to explain them in paragraph one, but by two or three, I want to know what Rhanee thinks the cloud is, what her understanding of it is. Not all of it, but enough so I can follow the rest with her.
What do the rest of you guys think?