This one’s often fun. Especially when you feel like you will never be writing anything but this novel, forever and ever and ever amen. The first lines meme! In which I post the first sentence of everything I’ve got in progress right now, in hopes of being able to cross some of them off in the near future.
Yesterday in a fit of impatience I rewrote the first 1k of “Ruin Marble” between midnight and 2 AM, so I guess that’s actually in progress now as opposed to completely stalled while I decided what it was about. It’s a sort of writing productivity, even if it’s not The Novel.
WHY o WHY are novels a hundred thousand words in length, WHY o WHY am I not a fast writer, etc. The constant refrain. But hey, have some first lines.
“The Hydraulic Emperor”:
The Hydraulic Emperor is nine minutes and twenty-seven seconds long, filmed on an eighteen-quadcopter neocamera rig back when neocameras were the only way to make immersive film.
Spring was late.
THE PERILS OF MAHIT (working title; the novel.):
Mahit came down to the City in a seed-skiff, a bubble of a ship hardly big enough for her body and her luggage both.
“Untitled Clone Hive-Mind Story”:
Tsa-Five’s prison was old-fashioned: a cage of metal bars, twelve of her steps long and twelve of her steps wide.
“The Raven King’s Mail-Order Bride”:
The jackdaws are shrieking outside my window, as if I’d summoned them by researching their medieval ancestors.
“Untitled Perfume Wizard Story”:
Ava, who was only Ava by the narrowest of margins and the dregs of jasmine and leather clinging to the pulse-points of her wrists, ordered a second Hungarian coffee.