It may be a mere paragraph later, or a whole chapter later, or maybe you haven't written it at all. Maybe the first sentence stays, and you gut the opening from there.
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| there are frogs of relevance in Frankie Sky... |
As some of you may know, I just (finally! *tosses confetti*) sold my next YA novel, Frankie Sky.
Prior to the sale, no opening of any of my manuscripts changed more than the opening of that one, Frankie Sky.
There were definite reasons for these changes, for starters, the original version I set out to tell morphed completely as I wrote. The protagonist, Francesca "Beans" Schnell, started out much younger in the original draft, and the story spanned a much longer time. The central focus was her relationship with the boy she meets, Frankie Sky.
Here's one of the original opening's from 2010:
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It’s not
even noon in not even July, yet already the sun bakes down hot and steady
making the air in front of me waffle like an oily mirage. I hate summer, and it
only makes it worse that I’m here at the Lawrenceville Country Club pool
without Lisette because, since school ended, she’s never around.
I sit up
and adjust my bikini top, trying to stretch it across the spots it barely
covers. It’s snug only because it’s old – one of Lisette’s hand-me-downs – and
not for better reasons. Lisette had lent me it last spring for a school
carwash, and I grabbed what I could this morning. It’s not like I have a fresh
supply of bathing suits.
It’s not
even noon in not even July, yet already the sun bakes down hot and steady
making the air in front of me waffle like an oily mirage. I hate summer to
begin with, and it’s looking more and more like I’m going to spend this one being
a third wheel.
Lisette walks
ahead of me with Bradley, her blonde pony tail bobbing happily, the stray,
static strands of her hair lit gold by sunshine that spills down through the
fresh green canopy of leaves.
Bradley
holds tight to her hand, ducks to avoid the low-hanging branches. Prickles of
sweat appear between his shoulder blades, dark gray dots through the pale blue cotton
of his t-shirt that mesmerize me.
So, what do you think? Does one of these openings hook you more than another? What makes an opening work for you? Do you have a favorite opening line?
You know the rules for Friday Feedback (and, if you don't CLICK HERE). Let's use the most recent (last posted) opening of mine: does it hook you? If so, why? If not, why not? Tell me in the comments and, if you want, post a brief excerpt from something you're working on. It can be a poem, a short story, a novel, and I (and maybe some of my readers) will give the same feedback back to you.
p.s. If you're in Mr. Wyzlic's class, please let me know! Look forward to chatting with you guys on Tuesday!
p.s. If you're in Mr. Wyzlic's class, please let me know! Look forward to chatting with you guys on Tuesday!
Happy Friday.
- gae




