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bad girls marlene make my day

of course, who wants to read about the failures? i certainly don’t.

My brain is steadfastly giving me pieces of the wrong stories. They're good stories. Just not the ones I should be writing. And not big pieces either.

A lot of them are stories I've been poking at for years. I wish my brain would finish them.

Hear that, Brain?



So now, the First Lines Meme. The idea here is that I can list these unfinished stories by their first lines, and then they will maybe get written. And I can go back and look at them later and see that I finished some!

Smile:
Pewter scraped across the black wave-caps of the Atlantic on the morning Carl Hughes learned how his lover had died.

Flush:
"The universe will always need plumbers," Henry said, up to her armpit in the toilet. "At least until the Big Rip. Or the Rapture, whichever happens first."

A Time to Reap:
I paused in the wings stage left, in air thick with the smell of dust, imagining the applause.

On Safari in R'lyeh and Carcosa with Gun and Camera:
"We wouldn’t be having this conversation if you'd flunked Algebra, Griswold," Roberts said, racking another shell into his hunting rifle and peering over our flimsy barricade to see if the monstrous creatures beyond were preparing for another assault.

Angel Maker:
You'd think I'd have gotten out of the adventuring business, is all.

Ancestral Night:
[No first line yet.]

The Stone in the Skull :
The mountain wore a mirrored mask.

Steel:
Johnny Backus was a daywalker. Johnny Backus was a vampire. Johnny Backus was a friend of mine.

Posthumous Jonson:
I loved you not.

Periastron:
There are no unremarkable worlds.

Gallowglas:
As the innate perversity of the universe would have it, Officer Jericho was up to her elbows in the guts of a roasted pumpkin as big as her chest when her pager shrilled.

Patience and Fortitude
Nothing made Matthew hate himself more than waiting for the elevator.

Comments

Oh, that brain mode. I know that brain mode. Sympathies.
My brain is chasing bright elusive butterflies of prose. Maybe it will settle on one and a thing will happen.
EARWORM! EARWORM! And it's ALL YOUR FAULT! :-)
The first sentence of "On Safari.." has me really intrigued!

And I really really hope to read "Posthumous Johnson" one day.

On another note: "Shattered Pillars" just arrived in the mail today and I can't wait to crack it open.

Edited at 2015-03-07 06:57 pm (UTC)
Thanks. *g* I hope to finish it someday!

sigh

It sounds like 16 on-ramps all converging at the same place and heading? . . .
I look forward to the last lines (and all the ones in between).

Not gonna lie - Safari in R'lyeh has me intrigued. So if you don't do something with it, I just might have to.
You can't have the title. That's mine.
I'm just saying it needs to be written. I don't care by who.
Lots of good first lines rolling here, but I am especially looking forward to "On Safari"...