"I admit that I did not expect the space-penguin porn, but it kinda works."
Day Three.
The day-you-hit-5000.
The day-before-the-day-where-you-finally-figure-out-where-it’s-going-and-the-story-behaves-for-awhile.
Anything good so far? A good line, a good description, a particularly nice turn of phrase?
Please, please, share it in the comments.
(Tomorrow, we’ll share the really bad lines, don’t worry.)
Now, I’ll soon be podcasting the story I’m writing, so you’re going to get to hear how good and bad the Adrift first draft is, but I’ll share anyway.
Right now, my favorite line is the first one in the story. I consider this a good sign. It’s pretty simple, and goes like this.
I used to tell stories.
How about you?
Not sure if it’s a good line (2 really) or just one I like but:
“You’re going to tell me how to turn it off.” Harper walked forward until the end of the riffle was pressed against the forehead of the Myrith. “Now!”
“Oh my. Did your balls just drop, boy? How interesting.”
Tina: Love it. :)
OK, I’ll play:
“Right. Because all I am is a violin-wielding test-acing machine. And just minutes ago I had been reveling in the feelings of being an actual teenager. But what was the point in arguing? I didn’t have anything to wear at this point anyway. The only dress in my closet was from when I graduated from eighth grade two years ago, and if that still fit, I really had nothing to live for.”
Five thousand? Shoot. All I’ve managed was stomaching my existing long enough to claw my way out of zero. But it’s a place to start.
“He was Three Pygmies, so named because he was as tall as three normal pygmies combined, son of Four Pygmies, son of Two-and-a-Half Pygmies, son of Twelve Pygmies, son of a pygmy.”