First line meme
May. 25th, 2010 11:29 amOf course, I always have to do this whenever I see it making the rounds. Kind of a compulsion...
Here are the first lines of everything I am currently working on:
Venus in Transit
A lizard with a fleshy crest stared back at Sam Dunphy with red-glaring eyes.
[Boy, that first line was a long time ago. It's almost certainly going to change in rewrites.]
Blood Geek
Spotlights pinned him like a butterfly to a board.
"The Comfort of Stone"
Beatty couldn’t understand how the guy could cling to the side of the building like that.
"Band of Angels"
The sky is too beautiful on days like this, a razor-edged robin's egg that cuts my heart and blinds me.
"Loose Dogs"
"Gabrielle is such a night owl."
Mommy talked as if Gaby was not in the room, this time to Mrs. Krieg, the woman Mommy hoped would be the new nanny.
Time in a Bottle
Spring rippled wet and green across the hills of Somerset as surely it had done for millennia, bursting the flowers and gorse from the ground, the symphony of birdsong keeping time with the drip of rain, the shush of wind blowing through the new leaves.
[That's a working title, I think. I'm not that crazy about it.]
The Confessions of Thomasina
31st Meckellan, the Year of Our Suffrage, 1882
Dear Diary:
I believe that one should not set out to do a great deal of writing unless one has something to say.
[That title is subject to change, too, I think.]
Shivery Bones
Jolene's earthquake passed through her midsection, rolled along her limbs, then off into the grass beneath her toes to make the ground shake.
[A perennial entry. It just keeps coming back into play.]
Here are the first lines of everything I am currently working on:
Venus in Transit
A lizard with a fleshy crest stared back at Sam Dunphy with red-glaring eyes.
[Boy, that first line was a long time ago. It's almost certainly going to change in rewrites.]
Blood Geek
Spotlights pinned him like a butterfly to a board.
"The Comfort of Stone"
Beatty couldn’t understand how the guy could cling to the side of the building like that.
"Band of Angels"
The sky is too beautiful on days like this, a razor-edged robin's egg that cuts my heart and blinds me.
"Loose Dogs"
"Gabrielle is such a night owl."
Mommy talked as if Gaby was not in the room, this time to Mrs. Krieg, the woman Mommy hoped would be the new nanny.
Time in a Bottle
Spring rippled wet and green across the hills of Somerset as surely it had done for millennia, bursting the flowers and gorse from the ground, the symphony of birdsong keeping time with the drip of rain, the shush of wind blowing through the new leaves.
[That's a working title, I think. I'm not that crazy about it.]
The Confessions of Thomasina
31st Meckellan, the Year of Our Suffrage, 1882
Dear Diary:
I believe that one should not set out to do a great deal of writing unless one has something to say.
[That title is subject to change, too, I think.]
Shivery Bones
Jolene's earthquake passed through her midsection, rolled along her limbs, then off into the grass beneath her toes to make the ground shake.
[A perennial entry. It just keeps coming back into play.]
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