Nomad, that is so strange, you saying what you did about Maddy being an old soul, because I had the exact same thought yesterday! I played around with the idea of Maddy actually percieving herself this way. She has been raised by an old person, too, so she should rightfully be different than kids raised by young parents, and have brothers and sisters. She and her friend Corey are both only children, so they are a bit spoiled, sheltered, naive. And Maddy is pretty shy, or introverted might be a better word, around people she doesn't know well, but she's the total opposite with her family and Corey and his family, people she loves and trust. I have printed out all the helpful notes I have gotten from this board all along and I'm going to do the same thing with the ones in this thread.
The stuff about her mother? I moved it to the beginning of the novel last night. And I am going to post the revised first page for you when I finish this letter(!) LOL. I am very long winded, had you noticed?
However, I have to disagree with you about moving the rest till later or weaving it into the story. What I said about her mother is the hook, and readers like to wonder for a bit, mmmmhh, what's that about? You said yourself I don't have to fill in all the info in the beginning, and if I tell too much about her mother right off the bat, to me, that's what I would be doing. I have thoughts of hers about her mother and information planted throughout the first 4 or 5 chapters, then the reader learns the real deal in chapter 6, the way Maddy really feels about the whole thing and the fact that her grandma and Daddy never wanted to talk about it, how it makes her feel about herself, building to the climax and the awful truth coming out in Chapter 11 that her mother is dead. From there through the last chapter, Chapter 20, it's how Maddy is finally told the truth about the past, and how she deals with this information and the beginning of healing for her and her family. I think of the pace I wrote this book as a roller coaster I wanted my reader to ride, climbing, the wait, but you know the closer you get to the top, something's about to let loose, and when it does, it's a rough ride till you level out and take a deep breath of relief, knowing you are still in one piece and grateful for it.
Thanks for all your help. I am flattered that you've been thinking of my novel.
Here is the first page.
Trouble comes in threes. That’s what Grandma always says, anyway. But then good things must come in fours, because one; I turned thirteen last week, two; school let out for summer yesterday, three; I danced with Brandon Burton at the end of school party last night--which was totally unbelievable--and four; Daddy, who I haven’t seen in a month, will be home today for a week’s vacation.
Maddy counted to herself as she and her best friend and next door neighbor, Corey,
pedaled their bikes down the sidewalk on Main Street. When she heard the red robin and spied him in a tree, she pretended he was counting along with her; his song a one tweet two tweet; three tweet, four.
Smiling, she thought of all the things she and Daddy would do while he was on vacation, but like a pendulum her mind swung to Brandon. Maybe somebody bet him he wouldn’t ask me to dance. She squashed the idea like a bug, instead concentrating on the summer and what it held in store; staying up as late, reading till her eyeballs bled if she wanted, swimming and baseball. Three months stretched into the future like the yellow brick road in the Wizard of Oz. She would be Dorothy, and her dog Katie, a large Toto. Grandma would of course be Auntie Em, and daddy, well he could be one of the concerned uncles. But what would that make Corey? He was no coward, so he couldn’t be The Lion; he was smart, no way he could be The Scarecrow, and he had a big heart, meaning The Tin Man was out.
Maddy Weaver shook her head. Did everyone’s brain work like hers did, jumping all over the place, coming up with this outrageous kind of stuff? Unfortunately, it ended up where it did without fail if she let it wander too long, like a static ridden radio with one clear station playing only one song, Why Did My Mother Leave Me?
“Earth to Maddy,” Corey shouted.
“What?”
“I said I guess you have the big head after dancing with Braaandon last night.”