From: mdhangton@gmail.com

I think about it that way to an extent.
Below is an opening.  I try to begin in a conflict.  Bring reader into setting
and world fast. Show the POV character's station in the world, age, gender
directly; make it in no way a struggle to figure out.
You can see immediately reasons why it will never be published...there are a
lot of exotic character relationships, but the SF elements are subdued.  But
this is the best I can do to make the opening strong in this story.  I see
pulling the reader in as 
an aspect of art and skill.  About editors, it has more to do with being a
prostitute.   

      "Jin Yu, where is your slave tag?"
      "I don't know."  I threw it in the woods.
      Wai Jan bent over to poke into the space under the 
oven with a burning stick, then shoved it further into the 
fire.  She made a big deal out of her stupid oven, said its 
bricks were dug out of the ruins of Denver and some other 
town, that nobody had made any good oven bricks for two 
thousand years.  "Lauren will be upset if she sees you 
without your tag."
      Her voice made my head hurt.  "If Lauren owns me, then 
how come the tag has a mark on it that Indians put on their 
cows?"  I saw the brand last fall when they brought in a 
steer's hindquarters for Wai Jan to braise.
      Wai Jan straightened.  When she frowned, her rounded 
nose crinkled and you could see into the nostrils.  She had 
big boobs like the White Women, but she was shorter.  
"We've explained this to you before.  You're a very 
beautiful child.  You're old enough for someone to take you, 
a strange Navajo or Apache.  Nobody would steal from Chief 
Brightknife."
      Then nobody would make me work in a fake restaurant.  I 
mean, what was it?  Just a hogan with a sign over the door 
that had Chinese letters burned onto it with a hot coal.

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