Tag: First Lines

My Desk

Reflections on the Creation Process by Anthony Stevens

My friend, the Sassy Brit, has a weekly challenge.

What’s On Your Desk, Wednesday?

I accepted her challenge, sent her a photo and a brief description, but then it occurred to me that some folks might be interested in a more detailed description of how I do what I do.

  1. Workspace

“Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable.” – Cesar A. Cruz

Any discussion on the creative process should start with the physical environment and tools to be used. With that in mind, here’s a little background.

My wife and I have retired to a small apartment wing of the old family homestead. With this in mind, I downsized my office to include only that which I found critically useful.

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Road Trip Discussion

While on the way home from an event, the teenagers and I were bouncing odd books we’d read recently. I came up with the following setup for a novel. 

An Asian Cajun is working as a Luchador for a travelling wrestling act in England. After a show, he’s abducted by the gay first mate of a steam-powered UFO piloted by a lesbian captain and her transgender girlfriend. Oh! And the UFO is haunted by the ghost of a torch singer, killed by her jazz saxaphonist lover, who is still chasing her.

Well? Should I jump right on this idea? What y’all think?

Time to Write

Rachel Poli is a blogger I’ve been following for some time now. She’s a fine writer and I wanted to thank her for a recent post. In it, she challenged other writers to create a story using a first line she supplied. The line is… “The doorbell rang at one-o’clock in the morning.”

It seemed like a fun little project, so I spent about an hour on a short tale. You can read it here.

Take a moment to read some of her stuff. I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.

 

First Lines

I know we’ve all heard at one point or another, that opening lines or paragraphs are crucial to the success of a story. Awhile back, I was chatting with some creative friends and the topic of terrible opening lines came up. Off the top of my head, I invented the following sentence.

Shivering in sodden furs, Koragh peered out of the cave as hurried clouds shed fetid streams.

I was surprised when several people responded favorably to it. After some thought, I put it in the first line of a new story and let it grow. In the end, I was pleasantly surprised at the short story that came from what I thought was terrible. Here’s the first couple of paragraphs:

“Shivering in sodden furs, Koragh peered out of the cave as hurried clouds shed fetid streams.”
Officer Mark Droves tossed the paperback over the seat. “Damn! I can write better than this crap.”
Officer Todd Davis almost choked on his cheeseburger before replying. “Well, why don’t you? Hell, you been braggin’ about knowing how to write ever since I’ve known you. So far, all I’ve seen have been a couple of pretty good short stories, and several hundred arresting officer reports.”

Let us segue to about a year ago. I was in the middle of editing a series of urban fantasy novellas and short stories. The goal was to create a single, cohesive novel with a few recurring characters. That horrible opening line was incorporated into a new urban fantasy novel. Since then, Shifter Shadows has turned into a one hundred and twelve thousand word tale that starts in early prehistory and ends in the near future.

With that bit of background, here’s a list of opening lines from some of my tales.

  • Shivering in sodden furs, Koragh peered out of the cave as hurried clouds shed fetid streams. – Shifter Shadows (urban fantasy)
  • A blacktop ribbon disappeared into the distance between rows of waist-high corn while a distant rumble grew louder and coalesced into a lime-green sports car. – Multiplarity (science fiction)
  • He stared at the bleak landscape and muttered to himself. “Dust. Nothing but dust. I hate dust.” – Multiplarity (science fiction)
  • Damn! It felt great to be alive! – Shibari Sails (modern pirate adventure)
  • Only a slight breeze ruffled the warm waters of the lagoon as the galleon swung free, seaweed and barnacles crusting her anchor chain, broken mizzen still waiting to be repaired. – Tinkerzdamn (fantasy)
  • This Monday was different. The moment her mother hugged her and tried to leave, Inara clutched the young woman’s leg and begged her not to go. –Shadows and Shades (paranormal romance)

What do you think? Do they entice you to read the rest?