You know, I wonder if one of the problems I've been having with the writing lately is that I've been microsteering. I bet that's it exactly. that's what it feels like. Like I've been--rather than looking as far ahead as possible and following the grand curve of the road--making constant tiny little adjustments. Which would be a necessary consequence of trying to write Chill before it was really ripe, in tiny little segments rather than as one long controlled/fluid sweep of line.
But just like in driving a car, it's exhausting. And just like in art, if your line is made up of broken segments, it always looks a little jittery, even if you join them together after.
You need the confidence of being able to look ahead and see where you're going to be, eventually.
And now, in celebration of having finished the damned thing, I offer the first line meme, for outstanding projects:
The Sea thy Mistress:
It's harder to get good roles when you're dead.
"The Horrid Glory of Her Wings"
No first line yet, but it does have an epigraph:
"Speaking of livers," the unicorn said, "Real magic can never be made by offering up someone else's liver. You must tear out your own, and not expect to get it back. The true witches know that."
--Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn
Grail also has an epigraph:
And, behold, I am with thee, and will keep thee in all places whither thou goest, and will bring thee again into this land; for I will not leave thee, until I have done that which I have spoken to thee of.
And Jacob awaked out of his sleep, and he said, Surely the Lord is in this place; and I knew it not.
And he was afraid, and said, How dreadful is this place! this is none other but the house of God, and this is the gate of heaven.
"On Safari in R'lyeh and Carcosa with Gun and Camera"
"We wouldn’t be having this conversation if you'd flunked Algebra."
(This story is my "The Amelia Earhart Pancake." I've had the title since 1989, and still haven't written in.)
They're not actually dragons.
Gray Putnam was reaching for the door handle when the semi went past, rocking his Audi on its shoes and drowning the driver's side in a wall of water.
...and that's what I need to be going on with for the next little while.