meme-sheep of a slighly different hue....

[lagilman]

It seems to work for other people, so in the hopes of lighting a fire under my posterior, herewith the opening lines of everything (short story-wise) that needs to be finished, damn it, in May. Or June.

Untitled Story #1

The Rapture occurred at 5:58 am. I was not driving my car. I was not unmaned.

One-eyed Trouble

"I was thinking it’s maybe time we had a change of scenery."

untitled Story #2

The wind was sneaky, waiting around the corner to pounce on you.

They Come Back in Spring

"Once, we were nomads."

Wolfling

"Tough break."

A World of Unfortunate Place Names

There were no safe places in Portside.


and a bit from a story that died, that I really need to find a home for otherwise:

"David's the talent, I'm the handler.'
"Takes talent to handle me right."
I ignored him. "He's also my husband. It was the only way to seal the deal. My mother warned me not to get involved with witches."
"Your mother would know. Oh, wait, that was a w, not a b. And the correct term, as you well know, is 'etheric interpreter." Witch is just so…warty."

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[debg.livejournal.com]

(tangent) JP and Bree Kinkaid have three cats. This is a snippet that talks to one of your titles:

"I was worried as hell about Wolfling, myself. After all, I was the one who'd found him. He'd been a tiny frightened tabby kitten, about a month old, abandoned and left in a cardboard box in the parking lot of our local market, and don't even get me started on what I'd fancy doing to people who do things like that. I'd brought him home, tucked under my jacket, me getting odd looks from people walking by because I was talking to myself, Wolfling alternately purring and making small frightened meep noises, all the way back to Clay Street."

Good name, isn't it? Nic's best buddy growing up had a dog called Wolfling, who once stole an entire Thanksgiving turkey off the table.

(end tangent)

[otterdance.livejournal.com]

Y'know, I've been in a slump lately, too. Must be the time of year or something. Spring fever? I've been getting way too much knitting and cooking and pond contemplating done these past few weeks, on top of some health troubles.

[sfmarty.livejournal.com]

Anybody been reading Doris Eagan's LJ? She has been posting wonderful essays on writing. Her LJ name is tightropegirl. She posts about her TV show, House too.

John's dog, Wolfling, was a big guy. He was supposed to be half wolf and I wouldn't doubt it. He stole the turkey by leaping over the table and snatching it on the way.

[lagilman]

Doris and I go back more than a decade, now. She does tell good stories, yah...