This weekend I woke up my kids at the crack of dawn for the annual
“Hooked on Fishing, Not On Drugs” day. This is an annual event which I’ve
missed for the last five years, but I stumbled across the article in the local
paper on Friday. I was so excited. My father fished all the time and I always
enjoyed the times we went together. This is something I wanted my own children
to experience again, even though none of us know how to use a fishing pole.
Kiwi spent the night at her friend’s house (they live in the condo below ours) but came home early specifically to go fishing. My son wasn’t as enthusiastic. We dragged him out of the house kicking and screaming, “I’m an inside person.” He even has a T-shirt with this very sentiment blazed across the front in bright blue letters.
I thought we left early enough, but by 7:30 a.m. we still had to park half a mile away. The lake was packed. People stood crowded along the bank, dodging each others casts into the water. The lake had been stocked with approximately 8,000 pounds of channel catfish. We watched kids pulling out catfish that were larger than they were, but my son was the only one in my family to catch anything.
And he caught me.
Yes, that is a worm threaded on a hook caught in my hair. It
took much patience and skill to detangle that darn hook. The same can be said
when it comes to writing. We see the word all the time. There is the opening
hook in the query letter. It is a sentence intricately crafted to grab the agents’
attention and keep them from hitting the delete button. There’s the first page
of your manuscript, which is supposed to hook the reader and entice them into
buying your book. There is the cliffhanger ending of your chapter or scene
which should keep the person from putting your book down. I’m sure you see
where I’m going with this, right?
So, what do you think? How do you hook your readers?
Kiwi spent the night at her friend’s house (they live in the condo below ours) but came home early specifically to go fishing. My son wasn’t as enthusiastic. We dragged him out of the house kicking and screaming, “I’m an inside person.” He even has a T-shirt with this very sentiment blazed across the front in bright blue letters.
I thought we left early enough, but by 7:30 a.m. we still had to park half a mile away. The lake was packed. People stood crowded along the bank, dodging each others casts into the water. The lake had been stocked with approximately 8,000 pounds of channel catfish. We watched kids pulling out catfish that were larger than they were, but my son was the only one in my family to catch anything.
And he caught me.
So, what do you think? How do you hook your readers?
