And lo, 2013
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lagilmanIt seems to be the general consensus that 2012 was a tough year. Not a bad year for me, particularly - there were many many wonderful moments, from bringing the year in with my twining and her family in Seattle to seeing it out with friends at the way other side of the country (the far end of Long Island). In-between there were highs and lows the same as there are every year. But it was...tough.
I managed not to get horribly sick this year. I had new books come out, to solid praise and respectable sales, so that's also nice. I lost friends to death and time. I also made new friends, and reconnected with some older ones. I traveled, and I stayed home, and both were good.
Lots of other things, professional and personal and of course, political (it was a rather busy year, politically). But I've never been much for recounting the old year. It is. It's done. I gather up what I know, what I've learned, what I've become, and go on.
2013 is unknown. Potential for good. Potential for bad. Potential for surprises. Potential.
To a writer, there is nothing more thrilling, more terrifying, more perfect, than a blank page of potential.
Or, y'know, the first line of something, waiting to get finished. And with that in mind, we start 2013 with the first line meme.
(the first lines to currently unfinished projects)
“Love is what keeps you from hell.“
(“from the story of the same name”)
There were no safe places in Portside.
(“A World Of Unfortunate Place Names.”)
Claire knew the rules.
(“A Heart of Wisdom”)
She stood in the center of the spring and felt the drops lap against her skin, hearing the murmuring of the drops as they splattered and reformed, some bouncing off her skin, some slipping inside, underneath, filling the flesh and becoming part of her as she was part of it. (“Waterwitch”)
“Pepper-pepper solo, plain solo, two cokes.”
(REASON TO BELIEVE)
“No. That’s wrong. That looks all wrong.”
(a la ICARUS)
The moon was rising fast tonight, scooping out the horizon, pouring it back in a shimmer of liquid light.
(COLD HEART)
“Fee, sweetie, don’t touch that.”
(PHOENIX IN FLAMES)
Snow rested on the windowsill, frosting the empty street beyond and casting a white-blue shadow onto the world.
(the Year-End Project)
I managed not to get horribly sick this year. I had new books come out, to solid praise and respectable sales, so that's also nice. I lost friends to death and time. I also made new friends, and reconnected with some older ones. I traveled, and I stayed home, and both were good.
Lots of other things, professional and personal and of course, political (it was a rather busy year, politically). But I've never been much for recounting the old year. It is. It's done. I gather up what I know, what I've learned, what I've become, and go on.
2013 is unknown. Potential for good. Potential for bad. Potential for surprises. Potential.
To a writer, there is nothing more thrilling, more terrifying, more perfect, than a blank page of potential.
Or, y'know, the first line of something, waiting to get finished. And with that in mind, we start 2013 with the first line meme.
(the first lines to currently unfinished projects)
“Love is what keeps you from hell.“
(“from the story of the same name”)
There were no safe places in Portside.
(“A World Of Unfortunate Place Names.”)
Claire knew the rules.
(“A Heart of Wisdom”)
She stood in the center of the spring and felt the drops lap against her skin, hearing the murmuring of the drops as they splattered and reformed, some bouncing off her skin, some slipping inside, underneath, filling the flesh and becoming part of her as she was part of it. (“Waterwitch”)
“Pepper-pepper solo, plain solo, two cokes.”
(REASON TO BELIEVE)
“No. That’s wrong. That looks all wrong.”
(a la ICARUS)
The moon was rising fast tonight, scooping out the horizon, pouring it back in a shimmer of liquid light.
(COLD HEART)
“Fee, sweetie, don’t touch that.”
(PHOENIX IN FLAMES)
Snow rested on the windowsill, frosting the empty street beyond and casting a white-blue shadow onto the world.
(the Year-End Project)
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Date: 2013-01-15 01:49 pm (UTC)This entry just made me swoon. I may or may not be able to/remember to read all these things when they are made available*, but ... a good first sentence is not necessarily important to me as a reader, but when I see something like "Fifty year old Detective Pat Kinnison groaned as his alarm clock went off; it meant another long, unrewarding day chasing criminals was ahead of him."** it makes me wince. You know, sentences where the author thinks that a first sentence isn't good unless it tells you everything about the character. These first sentences are like the opposite of that, and that's awesome, so thank you.
* That's me being confident that even if these projects aren't sold yet, they will be.
** I made this sentence up but I've seen worse in actual published-by-real-publishers books.