In the early stages of a doing a first draft for my first solo novel, WIND IN THE WIRES, I gave a
shout-out on social media for volunteers to do critique. I was so used to my
writing partner husband’s coming alongside throughout the process of each
project. I missed that vital interchange. So, I sought out readers who would
dare peek at rough beginnings. Some were given three to five pages. Others had a
full first chapter.
As the comments rolled in, my excitement grew. The story evolved. Perspective
emerged on where the characters and plot needed to develop. Invaluable!
They truly helped me recognize changes needed. And as he or she invested in the
story, I received inspiration and encouragement. Later, they inquired about my
progress and even prayed for me.
Here are the original first lines they observed:
Rebalene Mereddith Campbell searched for the cow again though she'd rather
be riding the wind or meditating on a hill somewhere. She slowed down to study
the terrain.
First of all, Rebalene Mereddith Campbell seemed like a tongue twister or at
least a bit awkward. Eventually I shortened it to Reba, then Reba Mae, and
switched her last name to Cahill, a subjective choice.
Several notes were made of the need of the opening paragraph to cinch it so they
wouldn’t stop reading. After many re-writings, the final first lines:
She must find the runaway heifer. And get to Maidie’s funeral on time.
Reba Mae Cahill urged her black quarter horse to trudge through the
spring green, muddy terrain.
Some of the comments made by first readers concerned phrases I used.
Relationships between the characters: why they acted like they did. Confusion
about actions. Possible discrepancy details for the year 1991. What a certain
character would know or not know. They tried to guess Reba’s age and wanted to
know sooner in the story.
One questioned whether small town cowgirl Reba would recognize her California
girlfriend’s clothes as “Nordstrom and Neiman Marcus” brand rather than just
presume her closet contained a very expensive wardrobe. Point well taken.
I entertained opinions about the early title choice: A Wailing Wind in
the Wires. Some provided alternates, such as Song of the Barbed
Wire. Others preferred a shortened version. That’s what I finally
settled on.
In the first draft, Reba’s friend Ginny arrives in the first scene:
Reba heard the squeal of well-used brakes, the vroom of an engine. She stopped,
her eyes searching the cliffs. Then a female in long, dark raincoat appeared at
the top of the hill like she'd been handpicked, gift wrapped and delivered by
the angel Gabriel himself. "Hey, Redd, your horse is running away."
Ginny Gregor! What is she doing here?
"Catch Johnny Poe!" Reba lunged for the calf as he bawled and attempted another
wobble on three legs.
After a few remarks and much thought, Ginny got booted to a later scene and
potential love interest Don Runcie got prime time instead.
The Encouragements
Reba’s character traits already emerged. Knowledgeable, stubborn, and
determined. Tough mentally and emotionally able to handle challenges. A
down-earth, practical gal not afraid to make decisions. She also hinted at
secrets that enticed them to want to read on.
One reader compared Reba to a couple of my husband’s protagonists. “She makes me
think of Develyn Worrell in MEMORIES OF A DIRT ROAD TOWN or like Little Frank
roping a stump in THE NEXT ROUNDUP.” That made me feel so confirmed.
Another reader observed, “I like the way your story starts with an event, and
especially the self-dialogue that gives readers a glimpse into the life of the
character.”
I smiled. The same had often been said of my husband’s stories too.
Excerpt from Chapter One of WIND IN THE WIRES
May 1991, Road’s End, Idaho
She must find the runaway heifer. And get to Maidie’s funeral on time.
Reba Mae Cahill urged her black quarter horse to trudge through the spring
green, muddy terrain. Recent rains and snowmelt gummed the pine-dotted, wild
flower sprayed high mountain prairie. Puddles and small ponds, tall grass and
shadows made search tedious.
Johnny Poe stalled.
“Come on, boy. Don said he saw her near here. Got to find that cow before Champ
Runcie does. And return home quick.”
They rode the moss-covered wood post and barbed wire fence line as she checked
the steel stays. A strong whoosh of wind made a ringing sound in the wires. She
scanned the long length of Runcie Ranch fencing. Her glance caught at a break in
the fence next to stacked tires filled with large rocks supposed to hold the
fence in place. Certainly enough space for a moon-eyed, red bovine stray to
escape. She peered closer and spied a cut at all five lines, now splayed on the
ground. Why would anyone do that?
She slid down from Johnny Poe, pulled on leather gloves from her saddlebag, and
eased the wire out of the way. A long strand was missing.
A quick image of a testy Champ flashed before her. Not the first time, she
wished the Runcie and Cahill Ranches didn’t butt against each other, with so
many borders in common. Especially when one side determined not to be too
neighborly. “Women, especially Cahill women, don’t have what it takes to manage
a ranch like theirs on their own,” she could hear Champ say.
Reba backed the horse up to get him prepped to ease through the opening. He
balked, as she knew he would. She flicked the reins. His ears flayed back. He
reared and pawed the air. Reba hit the muddy pasture ground hard on her rear.
Pain shot through as she scrambled to her feet and reached for the saddle. She
glided on the old leather before he could bolt and cooed at him. “Come on,
Johnny Poe, it’s going to be alright. Please try. A step at a time.”
She imagined what must loom in his mind. Memories of his mother dying, gashed
and twisted from withers to poll in a barbed wire fence. Found as a colt by her
side. His fear had a firm basis. She patted his neck. “We’ve got to cross over.
We can do this. We have to do this. And now.”
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18 comments posted.
that book sound like a great read and i would be interested in it and blogon it
(Desiree Reilly 2:28am December 16, 2014)
I am always looking for new authors to read. Your book sounds like the kind I
enjoy reading.
(Joy Isley 12:06pm December 16, 2014)
I read the exert from Chapter one and your blog notes and find the book fascinating. Would so love to win it.
(Mary Ann Baker 2:15pm December 16, 2014)
That was an interesting take on getting some first edit/critiques, and it is great that it worked out well for you.
(Carol Gowett 5:40pm December 16, 2014)
Would love to read the rest of the book. I grew up on a farm and we all had a job to do. Sometimes it wasn't pleasant. I hope to win your book.
(Joan Thrasher 11:33am December 17, 2014)
I really enjoyed the information you gave about how the story gradually evolved. It sounds like a book I would enjoy reading.
(Anna Speed 12:59pm December 17, 2014)