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Jul. 17th, 2009 01:31 pmThere's a meme doing the rounds that has first lines from whatever one is working on. It made me curious to see how much I'm working on at once (fiction only) and what the first lines look like. I'm going to include work that I'm actively editing as well as unfinished work. Three of the first lines have been accepted for publication, along with the novels/short stories that go with them. I shall send a food history postcard (with recipe) to anyone who can spot which ones these are. Publishers of said works are excluded, for obvious reasons:
Fay's Saturday afternoon was made up of two car chases, one romantic idyll, a bag of flour, two litres of milk, sliced cheese on toast on an exotic island in the middle of the Caribbean, a loaf of bread, a lettuce, six tomatoes, a distant dream of flying into a silent night, and a tired argument with the girl who checked out the groceries.
What has this fine week in store?
Lots of other people have years where ghosts appear.
Livia had once taken an off-world lover.
"My life has two anchors," thought Priscilla.
Kristy wanted the ground to swallow her up, but there was no place to hide in a Louisianan diner.
"What do I do with a pirate?" demanded Caley, as she and Lignat walked down the endless corridor to the new meeting room.
Fay's Saturday afternoon was made up of two car chases, one romantic idyll, a bag of flour, two litres of milk, sliced cheese on toast on an exotic island in the middle of the Caribbean, a loaf of bread, a lettuce, six tomatoes, a distant dream of flying into a silent night, and a tired argument with the girl who checked out the groceries.
What has this fine week in store?
Lots of other people have years where ghosts appear.
Livia had once taken an off-world lover.
"My life has two anchors," thought Priscilla.
Kristy wanted the ground to swallow her up, but there was no place to hide in a Louisianan diner.
"What do I do with a pirate?" demanded Caley, as she and Lignat walked down the endless corridor to the new meeting room.