tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983687699975451453.post579919836274377576..comments2024-01-02T16:42:15.732-05:00Comments on Redlines and Deadlines: Great BeginningsECPI Editorshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00569261288668237013noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983687699975451453.post-45851006674667522142008-03-25T10:35:00.000-04:002008-03-25T10:35:00.000-04:00"The contents of her life fit into one small box."..."The contents of her life fit into one small box."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983687699975451453.post-69292680661871504992008-03-22T05:04:00.000-04:002008-03-22T05:04:00.000-04:00"The devil’s playground, many called Monte Carlo. ...<I>"The devil’s playground, many called Monte Carlo. And on 1.96 square kilometers of land, jutting out into the sapphire blue Mediterranean, the devil could wreak much havoc."</I>Evangeline Hollandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00132593133675388609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983687699975451453.post-24789061810051030682008-03-20T10:51:00.000-04:002008-03-20T10:51:00.000-04:00Hey! Great post and I love reading everyones entri...Hey! Great post and I love reading everyones entries!<BR/><BR/>Here's mine, which is the beginning of a Urban Fantasy. <BR/><BR/>"Some days having wings is a bitch."<BR/><BR/>DianeDianehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00303893222346886159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983687699975451453.post-17390439873243395862008-03-20T02:49:00.000-04:002008-03-20T02:49:00.000-04:00Not all that different from some of the ones alrea...Not all that different from some of the ones already submitted but...<BR/><BR/>From an untitled WIP I keep toying with:<BR/><BR/>"Lydia knew her day had officially gone to hell when she stepped into the elevator and found a demon and a woman fucking in the corner."Melissahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10308397686421349112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983687699975451453.post-21812129669593436972008-03-19T23:41:00.000-04:002008-03-19T23:41:00.000-04:00I escaped before light the morning after Granddad’...I escaped before light the morning after Granddad’s funeral.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983687699975451453.post-48422958184872794322008-03-19T20:54:00.000-04:002008-03-19T20:54:00.000-04:00"What the hell is that on your neck and where the ..."What the hell is that on your neck and where the hell are your pants?"Carriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04476944589668626586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983687699975451453.post-72151783837792622092008-03-19T16:29:00.000-04:002008-03-19T16:29:00.000-04:00: ) Interesting! The fat pigeon bobbled his head ...: ) Interesting! <BR/><BR/>The fat pigeon bobbled his head around as he scavenged along the pavement. He cocked his little head to the side as the two women ran towards him. Spreading his wings, he fluttered a few feet to get out of the way, continuing his foraging in peace.<BR/><BR/>It has nothing to do with my book itself, but sets the scene of the morning.Rachel Glasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11249333616482426920noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983687699975451453.post-2877558872033811852008-03-19T11:06:00.000-04:002008-03-19T11:06:00.000-04:00Wow, these are all pretty good!Here's mine for a f...Wow, these are all pretty good!<BR/><BR/>Here's mine for a funny fantasy that's out on submission:<BR/><BR/>"In the prison under the castle Allaze, where the greatest criminals in Mellinor spent the remainder of their lives counting rocks to stave off madness, Eli Monpress was trying to wake up a door."Rachel Aaronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13917123007610750274noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983687699975451453.post-74497655318547380682008-03-19T10:21:00.000-04:002008-03-19T10:21:00.000-04:00I pinched my arm and almost yelped at the sharp pa...I pinched my arm and almost yelped at the sharp pain. I remember pinching myself yesterday, too. It hurt just the same. I wont be pinching myself again so soon.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983687699975451453.post-36247549786928259012008-03-19T09:26:00.000-04:002008-03-19T09:26:00.000-04:00A piece of advice I've come across suggested that ...A piece of advice I've come across suggested that a novel should start when everything that comes before it can't be wrapped up in a sentence. It's a useful way of making sure you're starting the story as late as possible.<BR/><BR/>My current submission starts with the climax of an unwritten event:<BR/><I>George Mina came into his house to find Wayne, his bodyguard, lying facedown on the wooden floorboards.</I><BR/><BR/>My current WIP starts:<BR/><I> The first thing Alex Chapman did after his release from Wandsworth was walk to Clapham and break into his mother’s flat. </I>Antony Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02438442728335953083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983687699975451453.post-43748050874780809192008-03-19T00:37:00.000-04:002008-03-19T00:37:00.000-04:00I was scared of the baby growing inside me.It hadn...<I>I was scared of the baby growing inside me.<BR/><BR/>It hadn’t started out that way. . . </I><BR/><BR/>from an as-yet-untitled memoir about a pregnancy that did not go as planned.Sarahlynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13658866017847046987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983687699975451453.post-14891560472593399022008-03-18T22:21:00.000-04:002008-03-18T22:21:00.000-04:00The first line of my BDSM contemporary WIP: The f...The first line of my BDSM contemporary WIP: <BR/><BR/>The first time David Green saw Ariel, she was pinned against the lockers on the third floor, being f****-*****d by a football player.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983687699975451453.post-39454688678100861392008-03-18T20:01:00.000-04:002008-03-18T20:01:00.000-04:00It was the kind of bar you wouldn't look twice at;...It was the kind of bar you wouldn't look twice at; the kind of place you'd drive by on a Saturday afternoon and look away quickly, thinking to yourself that the only people who would possibly visit it are scumbags, lowlifes, or even worse ... <I>cowboys</I>.<BR/><BR/>From my book <A HREF="http://www.ianthealy.com/Milkmanhomepage.htm" REL="nofollow">The Milkman</A>.<BR/><BR/>IanIanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14497045412007902460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983687699975451453.post-54217112950128886602008-03-18T17:49:00.000-04:002008-03-18T17:49:00.000-04:00I rule at ghosts and I reek at girls but given the...I rule at ghosts and I reek at girls but given the idiots in my school, I'm not about to admit it and make a dick of myself.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983687699975451453.post-28204037435081557842008-03-18T17:31:00.000-04:002008-03-18T17:31:00.000-04:00"She did what?""She did what?"Belle Scarletthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13881836379420560483noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983687699975451453.post-29255161524657712202008-03-18T14:36:00.000-04:002008-03-18T14:36:00.000-04:00From one of my latest releases:“Have you been intr...From one of my latest releases:<BR/><BR/>“Have you been introduced to my darling Nalini?” <BR/><BR/>the hero is referring to his 6 foot long yellow anaconda LOLMichelle Haskerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12314021070323238307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983687699975451453.post-91080315640255657372008-03-18T14:30:00.000-04:002008-03-18T14:30:00.000-04:00My line:"I was standing there naked when a dead ma...My line:<BR/>"I was standing there naked when a dead man sauntered into my bathroom."Bernitahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05264585685253812090noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983687699975451453.post-28509271600429238352008-03-18T14:22:00.000-04:002008-03-18T14:22:00.000-04:00From a just finished sf romance:“When I get you Pa...From a just finished sf romance:<BR/><BR/>“When I get you Paxton, you son-of-a—”<BR/><BR/>Though my favourite, from another sf romance, has to be:<BR/><BR/>Wet and glistening, Cahn Dal’s head slurped out of the gelatin sac.<BR/><BR/>*grin*Kim Knoxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16959469329070398004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983687699975451453.post-72431445044634971922008-03-18T13:45:00.000-04:002008-03-18T13:45:00.000-04:00Here's mine for a paranormal romance.I was eleven ...Here's mine for a paranormal romance.<BR/><BR/>I was eleven when I called on all the magic surrounding me and nearly killed my dad.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983687699975451453.post-83158910346150733282008-03-18T11:31:00.000-04:002008-03-18T11:31:00.000-04:00Here's mine...She didn't belong here.Here's mine...<BR/><BR/>She didn't belong here.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983687699975451453.post-57929567367315329012008-03-18T11:08:00.001-04:002008-03-18T11:08:00.001-04:00Nice post! There's been quite an emphasis on the f...Nice post! There's been quite an emphasis on the first line lately, to the point of "if your first line doesn't grab me by the throat I won't read on", which I think might be leading people to the "bells and whistles" first lines that don't fit the book.<BR/><BR/>That said, here's the first line of my most recent book, which goes back into editing mode next week before going to the crit group and then to agents!<BR/><BR/>--<BR/>I stared at the seven men of my supposed dreams.<BR/>--<BR/><BR/>HeatherHeather Wardellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07266031957030063157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983687699975451453.post-17687190070507659672008-03-18T11:08:00.000-04:002008-03-18T11:08:00.000-04:00Delicate, leafy arcades lined the boulevards of Bl...Delicate, leafy arcades lined the boulevards of Blenheim Street in the summer months.Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02415417784382643889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983687699975451453.post-85673262817299939022008-03-18T11:01:00.000-04:002008-03-18T11:01:00.000-04:00Mine starts with more of a quote:There are over on...Mine starts with more of a quote:<BR/><BR/>There are over one hundred-eighty species of chameleons in the animal kingdom. They survive by camouflage; approaching by stealth to destroy their prey, then melt into their surroundings before becoming prey themselves. There are chameleons in the world of humans as well. Using the same tactics for different reasons.Wilfred Bereswillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03019217952304685255noreply@blogger.com