Friday, February 15, 2008

Writing about Writing - BFP contest

I should do this more often. Yes? People might start to think I'm not actually a writer.

We're having a Best First Page contest at Romance Divas. I missed the, I missed the event completely really. How did I miss it?!!! Oh, maybe it was all the busyness of moving and house hunting and sick kids... that could be. :D

What we do on the forum is read the entry and comment/rate it. There's a good dose of honesty but NO FLAMING. Really, we're all in this together, right? Well, almost...

Wasn't I bummed a few days ago when I wrote a prologue for my work in progress? My story of Deacon and Molly is more than half finished but inspiration hit me anyway... So, I went back and added it. Then thought to myself, this would be great for the First Page Contest!

Here it is in all its first-draft roughness. Tell me what you think! Does my first page open with a hook? Are one or more of my protagonists established? Is my page grammatically correct and free of spelling errors?

Twelve years ago

He’d started with her eyes. The unusually guarded, violet eyes luminescent with summer vibrancy and large with innocence were a centerpiece for her classic Greek lines and high cheekbones. The sun had tanned her smooth skin framing glossy, pink lips. Succulent. She was a young man’s fantasy and he was that young man’s best friend.

Deacon Bonning pursed his lips in concentration as the brush he wielded shadowed the length of her neck with lush waves of dark hair on the pale canvas. Her hair was like a freaking Pantene commercial she could have starred in.

She smiled. Damn, she was friendly and open, liking him without really knowing him. Without knowing he could devour her in an instant. He chuckled. He was a man with standards, he reminded himself. Or maybe it was his mother’s voice reminding him.

This portrait he’d agreed to do would be the start of four years…
…for all of them – Charlie running off to join the Marines, he finishing with another four years of service and Molly...

He wondered what she would do to occupy her time.

Perhaps she knew what it meant to be the wife of a soldier, but he doubted it. She would grow up fast in the next year. His brush followed the line of her shoulder to the rope at her back. The swing she sat on rocked slightly and she tilted her head.

"Are you almost done?" Her question held the impatience of youth, but lacked rudeness.

"A little while longer." Little being the key word… hopefully.

"How did you ever get into painting?"

He didn’t look like your typical artist. He looked like a soldier. Today he wore his fatigues. No linen and scarves for Deacon. "High school angst."

Her laughter reached out to him.

Behind her the long lines of the Victorian home peaked out from the foliage –purple trim, white framing and gray siding. He included it on the canvas adding a row of late summer blooms along the path that wound toward the driveway.

He’d never done anything so traditional. His closet at home was filled with stark images of war, his brothers in battle and hope. With a laugh he knew this one was truly inspired.

By his attraction? Maybe.

By his genuine respect and affection for a man he called brother? Most likely.

He wouldn’t forget this commission.

He wouldn’t ever forget the girl Molly Simpson had been the day before she married his best friend, Charlie Simpson.



  1. I enjoyed it! I loved the description. You totally pulled me in and had me going. I actually feel bad for the poor guy, that she's married to the best friend. You rock! XOXOX

  2. Oh and yes to all of the questions, except the grammar because I'm terrible with that stuff and have no clue! (sorry I forgot that part) *blush*

  3. It's great. Expect a more detailed opinion soon!

  4. :D no you rock, Lauren. thanks for visiting. I'm terrible at pointing out grammar as well... well, I'm just not consistent is a better way of saying that. LOL.

    Ooo, a more detailed opinion! I love the suspense. and look for to your opinion.

  5. Great descriptions and no dorky painter cliches! Hallelujah!

  6. Ooh you're evil :) Just get into the story and bam it's the end of the page. Excellent work, so glad you offered it to us.

    Shadowlady my blog - can we link up?(

  7. I was a little confused about whether he was painting her now, or he had painted her four years ago. Sorry for being daft. However, I loved the last line. It really pulled me in, and made me want Page Two.


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