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ciaranl
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I don't know how many times I've written and rewritten various opening sentences and just never got them right. I've got one now and its driving me mad. Low sound blasted from the foghorn and caromed off the side of Mount Clarence. A high pitched whistle followed, every bit as loud, and the town stood rigid in the post explosive silence as if something terrible had just occurred/happened/taken place/whatever...When I hit moments like these I think to myself, what the hell am I doing wasting my time on this crap. You can't even string a couple of sentences together. I hate writing. It's for geniuses and imbeciles.
This post was last edited by ciaranl, 21 Dec 2011, 13:11
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ciaranl
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Okay, that was a bit moany. But I find there are sentences and passages where it's important to make an impact, to set a standard and create a sense of what's to follow, and these are most commonly the dreaded opening gambit. You know what they say about lightness of touch, about trying too hard. Maybe it's better to just relax a bit.. But everyone agonises over sentences and paras right? Everyone finds an ugly duckling now and then and goes mad trying to fix it. Don't they?
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SusieHolmes
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Quote: ciaranl, Wednesday, 21 Dec 2011 12:43I don't know how many times I've written and rewritten various opening sentences and just never got them right. I've got one now and its driving me mad. Low sound blasted from the foghorn and caromed off the side of Mount Clarence. A high pitched whistle followed, every bit as loud, and the town stood rigid in the post explosive silence as if something terrible had just occurred.When I hit moments like these I think to myself, what the hell am I doing wasting my time on this crap. You can't even string a couple of sentences together. I agree, you've given yourself a chewy couple of first sentances there. I can see what you are trying to do, but yep, they are tricky to read and a little bit opaque. I feel as though you're giving us a paragraph in amongst that. And post-explosive is a bit clunky and what is a caromed? (I know I should google it, but many people won't know either and it might halt them as well.) What I like about your writing is that it's poetic and descriptive but not over fancy. This is poetic, descriptive but too fancy. Perhaps simplify a bit? Good luck with it!
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ciaranl
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Thanks Susie, think I'm going to abandon it. There's a steamship in the harbour and it's leaving.
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sulcus
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Quote: ciaranl, Wednesday, 21 Dec 2011 12:43Low sound blasted from the foghorn and caromed off the side of Mount Clarence. A high pitched whistle followed, every bit as loud, and the town stood rigid in the post explosive silence as if something terrible had just occurred/happened/taken place/whatever... The foghorn rapped its sonorous summons against the portal of Mount Clarence. A whistle shrill enough for townsfolk to hear as well as their hounds, froze both in the dread-laden silence that followed. Just a suggestion
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paulb
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This is an interesting challenge. How about:
A forlorn sound echoed off the side of Mount Clarence. As far as anyone could know, the deep boom of the foghorn was a call to awaken the dead. The high pitched whistle that followed froze the inhabitants of the nearby town into silence, as if some dreadful calamity was about to occur.
Paul
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sulcus
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It's not often my writing displays greater brevity than somebody else's...
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safiaadam
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Hi Ciaran Just to add to the confusion: The foghorn’s booming bass caromed off Mount Clarence’s slope. The overbearing silence which followed a high-pitched whistle froze the town, as inhabitants waited to hear what had occurred.Is this too sparse for you? I suspect it's not quite what you were after, but it was my first instinct to simplify the opening sentence and work up to the poetic stuff gradually, once you have gained the reader's confidence in you. Good luck. Safia
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clairewhatley
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Hi Ciaran, I don't think there's much wrong with these sentences apart from the verb "carom" (as Susie said) which had me reaching for the dictionary, and the "post explosive" which is a bit too much here. I'd just change "caromed" to "echoed" and perhaps change "post explosive silence" to...I don't know..."ensuing silence"? BTW I love an opportunity to look words up in the dictionary (and I can now see how "caromed" is appropriate), but not necessarily when it's the opening sentence!
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paulb
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Looking at Ciaran's work, it is likely he lives on the other side of the planet and is probably asleep at the moment. Paul
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