[stylist] Chapter 0
Joe Orozco
jsorozco at gmail.com
Tue Apr 27 18:14:10 UTC 2010
Forgive the delay in getting this out, but I just wanted to thank everyone
for their candid critiques. I'm going to try to work in people's
suggestions where possible and send a revised draft later with an
accompanying prologue. Thanks so much again for the feedback!
Joe
"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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From: stylist-bounces at nfbnet.org
[mailto:stylist-bounces at nfbnet.org] On Behalf Of Neil Butters
Sent: Monday, April 26, 2010 1:54 PM
To: Writer's Division Mailing List
Subject: Re: [stylist] Chapter 0
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
To: "'Writer's Division Mailing List'" <stylist at nfbnet.org>
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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