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The Entry
Dreamed I Could Fly
by Lee Hinkle
In college, I was a cheap date. If a guy asked me what I’d like to do, I’d often suggest a drive out to the end of Imperial Boulevard1, which runs parallel to the south side of Los Angeles International Airport to watch airplanes take off and land. If he didn’t know me very well, the guy inevitably interpreted my response as a come-on and would happily, eagerly agree to the excursion. However, by the third date, he would likely sigh and say something like “Not again.” If our relationship made it as far as a fourth date he knew better than to ask.
Why do I feel this weird cosmic link to airplanes? I wish I knew. It has been there inside me for as long as I can remember. I’m just fascinated by those sleek, metal birds that soar high above all that is mundane and earthbound. Oddly enough, my fascination and passion for them have never translated to wanting to actually pilot one. Mostly, I just want to look at them, experience their kingly presence, delight in their amazing ability to whisk me away to anywhere else, watch and listen to their splendid roar as they climb into the sky, and breathe in the heavenly scent of jet fuel left trailing in their wake.
My love for airplanes is best illustrated by my choice of apartments when I went to work for Continental Airlines at in Los Angeles back in 1977. I rented an efficiency apartment at the end of Imperial Avenue in El Segundo, CA, which was located directly across the street from one of the runways at LAX. My new address blessed me daily with the opportunity to hear the roar of jets taking-off and landing practically in my own front yard. It was music to my ears, though visitors to my apartment often were jarred by what they described as noise.
1 Imperial Boulevard parallels the south side of Los Angeles International Airport (LAX). It ends at Pershing Drive, which runs parallel to the Pacific Ocean.
Dreamed I Could Fly
by Lee Hinkle
In college, I was a cheap date. If a guy asked me what I’d like to do, I’d often suggest a drive out to the end of Imperial Boulevard1, which runs parallel to the south side of Los Angeles International Airport to watch airplanes take off and land. If he didn’t know me very well, the guy inevitably interpreted my response as a come-on and would happily, eagerly agree to the excursion. However, by the third date, he would likely sigh and say something like “Not again.” If our relationship made it as far as a fourth date he knew better than to ask.
Why do I feel this weird cosmic link to airplanes? I wish I knew. It has been there inside me for as long as I can remember. I’m just fascinated by those sleek, metal birds that soar high above all that is mundane and earthbound. Oddly enough, my fascination and passion for them have never translated to wanting to actually pilot one. Mostly, I just want to look at them, experience their kingly presence, delight in their amazing ability to whisk me away to anywhere else, watch and listen to their splendid roar as they climb into the sky, and breathe in the heavenly scent of jet fuel left trailing in their wake.
My love for airplanes is best illustrated by my choice of apartments when I went to work for Continental Airlines at in Los Angeles back in 1977. I rented an efficiency apartment at the end of Imperial Avenue in El Segundo, CA, which was located directly across the street from one of the runways at LAX. My new address blessed me daily with the opportunity to hear the roar of jets taking-off and landing practically in my own front yard. It was music to my ears, though visitors to my apartment often were jarred by what they described as noise.
1 Imperial Boulevard parallels the south side of Los Angeles International Airport (LAX). It ends at Pershing Drive, which runs parallel to the Pacific Ocean.
Heidi From Eschler Editing Comments
Every
life is a story, and every person’s story is worth telling. The
trick is in telling it properly, so that it has maximum impact.
There
are as many reasons for writing a memoir as there are people. Memoirs
can be fancy or fussy, complex or simple, full of whimsy or gravitas.
They can be broad and expansive, covering a long life, or short and
focused. They can explore one season in your life, one experience,
one angle, or they may try to tie up the myriad of experiences that
define you as a person into an overarching whole. A memoir is an
invitation to the world to share in your life’s journey, whether
it’s for the space of a year in Provence, the span of a wild
childhood, the length of a war, or the sum of an entire life with the
marrow fully extracted.
You
can write at the start of your journey, the middle, or the end, from
the perspective of childhood or the wisdom of age. Still, so much
choice can leave you feeling indecisive and unsure of where to start.
What
I like:
The
narrative is a little quirky and off-kilter. I’m left with the
impression that the person I’m accompanying on this journey has a
sense of humor – always a positive thing in a traveling companion.
The
first line really is great, setting up a fun and interesting premise.
It would be a good hook if you are sure that’s what your story is about.
Although it has potential, you want to be sure it is the right one
for the story you want to tell. Below are some thoughts on creating
a strong opening for your story.
Are
you starting in the right place?
Every beginning of a story has an inherent promise in it. The words,
the events, you choose to talk about in the opening paragraph and
first few pages are an indication to the reader that those are
important and hold weight. Therefore, if you start your story with a
puzzle, an enigma (why this “weird cosmic link” to planes?) you
must be prepared to follow through and explain it over the course of
the story, or at least by the resolution. Right off, as a reader I’m
already a little doubtful that I will be satisfied, since I’ve
already been informed that the storyteller doesn’t know why she
feels such a magnetic pull to these magnificent carriages of the sky.
That’s not necessarily the strongest starting position.
How
you position the events, what weight you give them, what
interpretation, what order you relate them in, will all impact the
effectiveness of your tale.
Although
a memoir is non-fiction, it can benefit from many of the same
guidelines that inform fiction writing. So your opening, your hook,
your first five pages, all these are prime real estate. Every word
counts, and you want to maximize their impact. Just as you want to
start with a story-worthy problem in fiction, in a memoir, a great
place to start is a life-changing event.
What
is your inciting incident?
The
inciting incident in fiction is the event that brings the main
character to a realization of the main problem that is going to
propel the plot forward. In a memoir, a life-changing event can fill
this role.
Take,
for example, the first three paragraphs of The
Glass Castle
by Jeannette Walls. The author relates how she is in a cab on the way
to a party, and looking out the window, she spots her homeless mother
going through the dumpster, and the author is panicked at the thought
of her mother recognizing her and greeting her, and of other people
seeing them together. This would be gripping if it were fiction.
Knowing that it’s real makes it even more intense.
What
is your beginning doing to pull people into the story?
People that love planes may be intrigued (or they may be confused as
to why someone that is so fascinated with planes has no desire to fly
one). People whose interests lie elsewhere may not be as hooked. And
what is the problem or life-changing event? Of course, there’s
always the possibility that your story is not really about how your
fascination for planes has shaped and molded your life. But in that
case, a different opening anecdote may be a stronger pick.
The
other possibility is that this is an examination of your relationship
experiences. That’s what your first sentence and paragraph focus
on: your dating patterns and attitudes. But that theory runs into a
conflict when the love of planes is brought on stage. The reader may
wonder: is your love of planes interfering with your love life? If
that’s your intended message, all’s well. If not, you may want to
re-imagine your beginning.
What
belongs on the first page?
I
mentioned earlier that your first page is prime real-estate. You
don’t want to waste a millimeter of space. But your first three
paragraphs mention Imperial Boulevard and its location three times
with slight variations. Unless this location is where a life
shattering event is going to occur, once is enough (and even in that
case, once is enough). There is also no need to put that information
into a footnote, especially since it’s been adequately explained
within the body of the text. Be sure that you don’t get
side-tracked by tangents in this vital opening section.
Taking
a page from someone else’s story
The
Glass Castle
traces Jeannette’s journey through childhood with parents that are
little better than children themselves. In the face of her father’s
gambling and alcoholism, and her mother’s erratic behavior,
Jeannette and her siblings face poverty, danger, and instability,
moving precipitously from one town to another. Eventually, the Walls
children must forge their own lives. Jeannette writes honestly but
without self-pity or a feeling of victimization. Surprisingly, there
is love and affection and charming memories mixed into the harsh
realities of her life, such as the night her father takes the
children outside one at a time and lets them pick out a star for
their Christmas gift. The structure that Jeannette uses for her story
starts with a moment of painful clarity and then loops the readers
back to the beginning of her childhood, so that they can experience
it chronologically along with the author. The resolution comes as she
reminisces about her life after her father’s death.
Like
a snowflake, no two life experiences are the same (not even within
the same family). But that doesn’t mean you can’t borrow
structure from other memoirs to enhance your own story, just as
multiple poets can use the same structure (say a sonnet) to achieve
vastly different results.
Your
to-do list:
Be
sure you can answer the following questions: What message do you want
to convey to your audience? What life-changing event best propels
your story forward? At what point does your journey reach a
resolution? (This will be the logical end point of your story.) This
will not only help launch your story, it will keep your narrative
focused and bring it to a satisfactory conclusion. It takes courage
and passion and integrity to bare your soul and reveal a part of your
innermost self to the world, but it can be a deeply rewarding and
uplifting experience. Best of luck on your journey.
2 comments:
Great comments. This is my mom’s work, so I will let her tell you what it’s about, but she just sent me the manuscript last week and I can’t wait to start reading it. Let’s just say she has a story worth writing about!
I've read memoirs that only their own families would be interested in reading. Or I should say, started to read. There would need to be something very interesting on the blurb to get me to actually buy and read it, considering I don't know the author. The first page is that golden time to catch my attention . . . or lose it.
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