My Books

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Drawing

National Novel Writer's Month,that exciting time when you create a 50,000 word novel in 30 days, is creeping up on us. Like a friend waiting to jump out of the closet and enclose me in a bear hug, with a hold strong enough that it keeps me from doing much of anything else for the duration of November.

This year, I am going to attempt a book titled Dreaded King. When created, it will be a Christian fantasy. But before you get all excited over wizards and spells and whatnot, those who know me best can tell you I am rather repelled by the more phantasmal fantasies out there. I prefer my books without witchcraft, or those who practice magic of any sort, and am quite happy with more normal settings. So far the strangest thing I am planning on including in my next novel are dragons. Fire breathing dragons, of the normal sort. Except these are about sheep sized and pose the most problems for farmers, as they are omnivores who tend to go after the livestock and vegetables, and spit a rather mean bit of fire if you startle them. They are shy beasties, but I decided to get close enough to one to try and draw a picture of it.

This is my setting in which to work.


Behold, my resident muses. Beatrice is the red corgi, and Lynette, vulpes of ebony, is my 10 month old puppy staring at the camera phone with that awkward wolfish glare. The stool (which I am using as a table for purposes of sketching, as it has a wonderful influence on the creative juices) is Matilda. Matty is the perfect stool. There is no other stool as good. She is superlative at her job.


A blank drawing paper is almost as imposing as a blank word document just before you write the first sentence of a new book. But the first little line with a pen is very exciting. And a little unnerving as my drawing skills are extremely lacking. A picture never turns out as I have it pictured in my head. Rather like a story never turns out exactly like I have it planned when I begin. There is an element of freewill in all characters in a novel; they will do what they will, and sometimes it is nearly impossible to stop them. But with my drawings, it is a simple lack of skill that tends to make them turn into blobs instead of masterpieces.


But I did have help in Matilda and Lynette. Here are our three feet, all consolidated together in a collective comradely attempt to cheer me on. Lynette is fond of feet. She loves to sleep on mine, though she isn't quite as enthused when someone tries to return the favor and sleep on hers. I am fond of her furry head on my foot, and never send her away. There is something that warms the soul as well as the skin in a good dog's voluntary presence.


She stayed throughout, which is the only reason this picture had any resemblance to a picture and not a blob. Though it is still has its blobbish moments, do what I would to try and conceal them. I console myself with the knowledge I can draw an entirely different picture to include in Dreaded King and am not obligated to keep this one. But the process of creating it was enjoyable. Especially with the furry muses. If they persist in their fuzzy presence, I anticipate an astounding November!


Sunday, September 7, 2014

First Lines

“Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin[1].”

“Don’t judge a book by its cover,” everyone says. But what about its first line? The first line is what makes me decide to go on or put it down and reach for another book. If the first line is really a smashing good line, I decide to savor the words, and don’t go on to my usual step two in looking over a new book; skimming over the first paragraph to see if it gets interesting later. Of course the older authors often deleted the second step by the simple act of making their first line the first paragraph.  

“Squire Trelawney, Dr. Livesey, and the rest of these gentlemen having asked me to write down the whole particulars about Treasure Island, from the beginning to the end, keeping nothing back but the bearings of the island, and that because there is still treasure not yet lifted, I take up my pen in the year of grace 17-, and go back to the time when my father kept the ‘Admiral Benbow’ inn, and the brown old seaman, with the sabre cut, fist took up his lodging under our roof[2].”

I love books. I adore good books. Today I decided to pull a stack of a few favorites off my shelf and look at the first lines of each. See how many you know.



“Thirty years ago, Marseilles lay burning in the sun, one day[3].”  

They are all so different! But each one has the distinct flavor of the book. It sets a scene, and a feeling, and informs you what to expect if you do go on. A good first line tends to excite me, even if it is not an exciting kind of book, because it means I have a new story to devour.

“On the 26th of July, 1864, a magnificent yacht was steaming along the North Channel at full speed, with a strong breeze blowing from the N. E.[4]

From that, we know this is going to be a book where we get lots of boring, needless information like dates and which way the wind is blowing. But we also know it is going to be a book about traveling, and ships, and we will probably learn something we didn’t know. That sounds like a treat!

“Once upon a time, long ago, near the Land of Stories, lived young Tom Trueheart[5].”

I hear a deliberately old fashioned opening, a mention of stories, and a good name. Yes, I am hooked to read on. I don't learn much from this first line, but I am interested nonetheless. Sometimes a first line can bring up simple interest to see what the story is about, or sometimes it can bring a smile, and a desire to find more smiles along the way.

“While I would not go so far, perhaps, as to describe the heart as actually leaden, I must confess that on the eve of starting to do my bit of time at Deverill Hall I was definitely short on chirpiness[6].”

First lines give you an idea of what you are getting into. But after you have gotten into them, the first line of a book you have loved for years feels like the hug of an old friend. It elicits the same delightful hominess and expectation of fun times ahead as it rolls over your tongue.

“Once there were four children whose names were Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy[7].”

It feels so warm and right after you already love the book. And the books you loved as a child are in an entirely different category. Those stories you read over, and over, in between skinning your knees and eating popsicles, bring an automatic smile to your face and a little spark to your eye.

“In merry England in the time of old, when good King Henry the Second ruled the land, there lived within the green glades of Sherwood Forest, near Nottingham Town, a famous outlaw whose name was Robin Hood[8].”



The first line of a well-loved book has the power to transport you back to the last time you read it. Yes, time travel is perfectly possible, just so long as you use the confines of your own mind and a good book. Curl up in a chair and you can go anywhere, they say, and they are right. But you don’t always know where you’re going when you begin the journey.

“The Jebel es Zubleh is a mountain fifty miles and more in length, and is so narrow that its tracery on the map give it a likeness to a caterpillar crawling from the south to the north[9].”

I would never guess I could be taken from a boring, strange mountain to beholding my Savior in all His saving might through another man’s eyes. But that is exactly what happens. And I wouldn’t have it begin any other way. A book has the power to send us on adventures that we would hope never to actually get into ourselves. And part of the fun is trying to guess from that first tiny tid-bit in the first line where it is taking us.

“’If you were a genuine Army Colonel,’ Pilgrim said, ‘Instead of one of the most bogus and unconvincing frauds I’ve ever seen, you’d rate three stars for this[10].”

A first line is a powerful thing. It darts out of a book and wraps around your mind. If you dare to crack a book open and look at the first chapter, you will read the first line. And then what will you find? Is it adventure, humor, a simple fact, or a feeling that is suddenly transplanted from the page directly into you? Whatever it may be, once read it is a part of you, and there is nothing you can do to get rid of it.

“The Master was walking most unsteady, his legs tripping each other[11].”



Be careful cracking open the cover of a book, because you never know what that first line might be. And be careful, the next time you are sitting with a blank white sheet in front of you and considering starting your next story; the first line written will be the first line read. A silly thing to say? It is until you think about what a first line is capable of. It can either draw a reader in, or make them yawn and push your volume away.

“A wind sprang high in the west like a wave of unreasonable happiness and tore eastward across England, trailing with it the frosty scent of forests and the cold intoxication of the sea[12].”

Take a moment to read a first line on its own and see what it does. It is a story starter, a scene setter, an emotion evoker, and a crooked finger whispering ‘come closer and read on.’ Kind of creepy? Then stop thinking about it, and just read on. But if you are trying to write a story, do stop and think about it. And then go reread your first line, and let it do for you what it will do for your readers.

“This is the story of what a Woman’s patience can endure, and what a Man’s resolution can achieve[13].”

And then you have a whole different category of books, those that begin, and you plug away through the dull parts on into the actual story, and then come back and look it over, and feel cheated as you realize the line which got you into this thing in the first place, really had nothing whatever to do with the story itself.

“In 1815, M. Charles Francois-Bienvenu Myriel was Bishop of D-[14].”  

But it is possible to forgive such a beginning if the story turns out to be good despite it. But in general, first lines are beautiful and exciting because they begin a journey and usher you in to someone else’s words, and even mind. Each author has a perspective different then you, and each story reflects that. And each first line is the beginning point, and a place for you to notice something new.

“So. The Spear-Danes in days gone by / and the kings who ruled them had courage and greatness[15].”

Now pick up a book and notice something. Put down Pintarest and the T.V. remote, and go read a book. Because you might just find a new favorite, and you might find a first line that will change your life. Don’t think it’s possible for one little first sentence to change your life? Dare to believe otherwise. I will leave you with one more first line, and let you draw your own conclusions;

“In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth[16].”  






[1] A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
[2] Robert Louis Stevenson, Treasure Island
[3] Charles Dickens, Little Dorrit
[4] Jules Verne, In Search of the Castaways
[5] Ian Beck, The Secret History of Tom Trueheart
[6] P.G. Wodehouse, The Mating Season
[7] C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe
[8] Howard Pyle, The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood
[9] Lew Wallace, Ben-Hur
[10] Alistair MacLean, Circus
[11] Richard Harding Davis, The Bar Sinister
[12] G.K. Chesterton, Manalive
[13] Wilkie Collins, The Woman in White
[14] Victor Hugo, Les Miserables
[15] Translated by Seamus Heaney, Beowulf
[16] Holy men taught by the Holy Spirit, Genesis 1:1