“The first eight drafts are terrible.”
-Malcolm Gladwell
“The first eight drafts are terrible.”
-Malcolm Gladwell
I’ve been lucky enough to get in quite a bit of reading time this year. Many of the books I’ve read were good, but here are my ten favorites. These are in no particular order:
What have you read and loved this year? I’d love to hear from you!
My book is done! Halleluia! Pack up the babies and a nice bottle of the fizzy stuff. We’re going to Disney World, folks!
OK, maybe I’m getting a little ahead of myself. I ought to work on getting it published first, don’t you think? So for the last two weeks or so, I’ve been sewing wool yarn through my eyeballs working on my query letter.
Since the real one is driving me bonkers, I thought I might have a little fun with a limerick. What do you think? I’m expecting a ton of full requests. 😉
Dear agents of best-selling writers,
The publishing world’s insiders,
I’ve written a book.
Won’t you take a look?
I’ve heard you like being inspired.
It’s got everything you could want,
Even vampire debutantes.
And I think you’ll agree,
The world needs to see
A new Odyssey set in Vermont.
My protagonist is quite unique.
She collects chewed up gum and antiques.
But by night she moonlights
As a feminine Knight,
Who battles in high heels (I think).
My friends all think that it’s great
Right up to page four thousand eight.
So if you want to get rich
Just sell me your pitch
To represent me. I’m really first rate.
So hop to it and try to call dibs.
Books like this don’t last long in this biz.
Good luck to you all!
I’ll wait for your call.
Sincerely, Where The Heart Is
Here’s one from James Joyce to start your Tuesday!
“I’ve put in so many enigmas and puzzles that it will keep the professors busy for centuries arguing over what I meant, and that’s the only way of insuring one’s immortality.”
James Joyce
So that was his angle!
Where else can you find opening lines like these ones from my writing idol, Joshilyn Jackson:
From A Grown Up Kind of Pretty:
I never would have known about the other Mosey Slocumb if Tyler Baines hadn’t brought his mullet head and a chain saw over to murder my mom’s willow tree. I wouldn’t have bet someone else’s dollar that Tyler Baines, of all people, would be the one to discover her. Tyler Baines was not the discovery type. He was more the patchy-chin-pubes, tats, dirty-white-truck type. He was totally hooked on Red Man, too, so he spewed brown juice like a cricket everyplace he went. Last year my mom nicknamed him the Mighty Un-Butt Crack, because she said he was a single flash of ass plumage away from being the walking definition of a redneck.
And from Gods in Alabama:
There are gods in Alabama: Jack Daniel’s, high school quarterbacks, trucks, big tits, and also Jesus. I left one back there myself, back in Possett. I kicked it under the kudzu and left it to the roaches.
What are your favorite opening lines from novels? Let me know in the comments section below. I’d loooove to hear from you!