[stylist] stylist Digest, Vol 72, Issue 24

Tue Apr 27 17:29:28 UTC 2010

Joe,

this is a good start.  I just have a couple of general suggestions to make.

Dialogue can be tricky because you don't want it to just be a filler.  Dialogue should always move the plot forward.  We need to learn new info and/or character development with each line of dialogue.  Check and make sure you don't need to cut any dialogue to make things more concise.

Keep the action moving.  Especially with long sections of dialogue you wwant to place some action.  Try rewriting the narration into action.  Create scenes to keep the pacing especially with a mystery story.

Really good job.  This is interesting.  Use specifics where ever you can, but I like the intrigue!  *smile*

Bridgit Pollpeter

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> 1. Re: Chapter 0 (Neil Butters)
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> Date: Mon, 26 Apr 2010 13:54:06 -0400
> From: "Neil Butters" <neil.butters at sympatico.ca>
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> Subject: Re: [stylist] Chapter 0
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> Hi Joe,
> 
> I agree with all the comments thus far; I think it's good. I think the 
> dialogue is fine, but see below. I have a fewe quibbles:
> 
> First paragraph: ".sure how they would make contact. Perhaps a mysterious 
> letter would one day appear in their mailbox." - Whose mailbox? Christian's? 
> "They" in the paragraph is referring to the people after Christian, but it 
> isn't their mailbox.
> 
> Same paragraph: "simply appear at the front door bearing news of the type 
> Christian and his family could do without." - I think "Could do without" is 
> fairly vague and often used as a punchline: "My mother-in-law is visiting. 
> That's something I could do without!" It doesn't seem sinister enough to me.
> 
> I agree with the previous comment about the answering machine; I think you 
> should state that the dialogue is coming from the answering machine on the 
> same line as the dialogue itself. It is a bit confusing as you have it 
> written. It almost seems at first glance that Christian typed the message on 
> his laptop.
> 
> I think you will need to add some dialogue tags. It is unclear who is 
> speaking the first line of dialogue when it follows a paragraph, e.g., ".the 
> blow that was no doubt coming.
> "One of your brothers has met with an unfortunate...accident."
> I know in this case it is pretty obvious who is speaking, but it won't 
> always be clear to the reader.
> 
> I look forward to reading more.
> 
> Neil
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> From: "Joe Orozco" <jsorozco at gmail.com>
> Sent: Sunday, April 25, 2010 5:11 PM
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> Subject: [stylist] Chapter 0
> 
> > Dear all,
> >
> > I wrote the material below in the span of an hour. Therefore, do not 
> > expect
> > anything great. It still needs a lot of development. In fact, it is
> > Chapter 0 because I feel this may be a better beginning to my novel after
> > the suspense of the prologue, but for the moment I am especially 
> > interested
> > in your assistance with dialogue. All suggestions are welcomed, and for
> > this chapter you needn't worry about offensive content. Cindy's website
> > recommendation looks like a great one. I'll reserve my sensitive content
> > for that venue if it would make people happy.
> >
> > ***
> >
> > Christian always knew they would come calling one day. He wasn't
> > sure how they would make contact. Perhaps a mysterious letter would one 
> > day
> > appear in their mailbox. Maybe one morning he would open his e-mail inbox
> > to discover a message from an unidentified sender, but given their 
> > obsession
> > with secrecy, it was more likely that someone from the old fraternity 
> > would
> > simply appear at the front door bearing news of the type Christian and his
> > family could do without.
> > They chose the telephone. Christian would have never guessed the
> > fraternity would gamble with an unsecure line, but he had always been 
> > right
> > to assume that when they did reconnect with him, it would come as a total
> > surprise no matter how much he thought he'd prepared for the inevitable
> > encounter. On the morning the call came through he was deeply immersed in
> > the first chapter of his latest novel. The idea had come to him, as so 
> > many
> > of them often did, without forethought, and by the time he'd seen his 
> > family
> > out the door, the kernel of an idea had swelled into the makings of a
> > promising plot.
> > He snapped a glance at the caller ID, saw that it was an
> > unidentified caller and dismissed it as a telemarketer. In his feverish
> > state of mind he only wanted to be left alone to fully concentrate on the
> > story unfurling under his fingers.
> > "Mr. Adams, this is Don speaking.
> > Christian froze, fingers hovering over the laptop keyboard, eyes
> > slowly moving to the answering machine that was now conveying a clipped
> > British accent from his past.
> > "I trust you are well. It has been a while since we've spoken, and
> > I am sure there is much catching up for us to do."
> > The energy left Christian in a stomach-turning lurch. He slumped in
> > his seat, eyes riveted to the machine.
> > "Mr. Adams, it is important that we speak at your earliest
> > opportunity. If you are listening to me now, it would be preferable that
> > you pick up the phone so that we may discuss the matter. This is most
> > urgent."
> > Christian pondered it for a moment. He could ignore the call,
> > pretend he was not home. Then a memory of the man's ice blue glare
> > surfaced. That penetrating stare had always troubled Christian. Now it 
> > was
> > almost as though the man were in the room, daring him to be foolish. He
> > slowly reached out for the receiver, willing his voice to sound calm and
> > collected. This was a fine morning after all, and there was no need to be
> > afraid of a mere voice at the other end of the line.
> > "Hello," he croaked.
> > "Ah, good. I see you are home after all."
> > "Wha, what do you want?"
> > "Come now, Mr. Adams that is no way to greet an old friend."
> > "We are not friends."
> > "So you are still a bit sore about that old business. I dare say it
> > has been far too long for you to hold a grudge."
> > "You're unbelievable."
> > "Alas, it would appear time may not heel all wounds after all. So,
> > let me get to the purpose of my call."
> > Christian's hand tightened around the receiver. He had never cared
> > for the man's false joviality, but he was sure it would be far preferable 
> > to
> > the blow that was no doubt coming.
> > "One of your brothers has met with an unfortunate...accident."
> > "I have no brothers."
> > "I'm sorry. I thought we were through being coy. Biologically,
> > yes, you are correct, but of course you know full well I was referring to
> > the brotherhood in the fraternity."
> > "I left the fraternity."
> > "You never left the fraternity," the man sighed as though exercising
> > immense patience with a stubborn child. "You may never leave the
> > fraternity. You were well aware of this at your induction."
> > "I was told I could--"
> > "You were told you could what," the man interrupted, no longer
> > bothering with pleasantries, "just leave and pretend your membership and
> > allegiance never existed?"
> > Christian's eyes strayed to the family photo hanging over the
> > fireplace. In the picture his son Kevin was a newborn cradled in the arms
> > of a smiling Carolyn. Posing for the photo, he had felt that his life had
> > truly taken a turn for the better, that his past would fade into distant
> > memory. Now, despite the fear still raking his stomach, he almost grinned
> > at his own stupidity. Had he truly believed he could just get away?
> > "One of the brothers and his wife have met with an untimely death.
> > They had a son, Theodore, who has been left behind with no suitable
> > guardians. The High Council has met and decided your family would be best
> > suited to assume responsibility for the young man."
> > "I beg your pardon?"
> > Christian was torn. On the one hand he could not have felt more
> > relieved. He had been certain the request would be far more despicable.
> > Exactly what he thought they might ask of him he could not imagine, but on
> > the other hand, what was this business about taking care of a boy?
> > "What part of it did you not comprehend, Mr. Adams?"
> > Christian sat forward. "You want me to just take in a boy I've
> > never met? From a group of people I haven't even spoken to in more than
> > eighteen years?"
> > "In a word, yes. Do you foresee a problem with that?"
> > "Do I foresee a problem with that?" Christian was appalled.
> > "You're damn right I foresee a problem with that. I think you're crazy to
> > just call me up this way."
> > "I'm sorry." The man's sarcasm told Christian he was anything but.
> > "Should we have rolled out the announcement in a red carpet for you? You
> > have an obligation to the fraternity. For years now you have been allowed
> > to go about your business despite the concerns of several of the brothers.
> > Your respite is over. Taking care of the son of one of your brethren 
> > should
> > be an honor to you, especially since worthier members would have been all
> > too glad for the privilege."
> > "I am sorry for the boy's loss," Christian hissed. "But you just
> > can't call me and expect me to be overjoyed at the thought of being 
> > coerced
> > into taking in a child from a family I never even met."
> > "Coercion," the man mused, savoring the word. "That is not quite
> > how I view it, but you are right to assume that you do not really have a
> > choice in the matter. The boy will be coming to your home in 
> > approximately
> > three months. This should give you ample time to prepare for his 
> > arrival."
> > "And if I refuse?"
> > "Let us hope you will never need to find out."
> >
> > ***
> >
> > Joe Orozco
> >
> > "Hard work spotlights the character of people: some turn up their sleeves,
> > some turn up their noses, and some don't turn up at all."--Sam Ewing
> >
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