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ellen_fremedon: If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or NaNoWriMo or what have you, post exactly one sentence from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. It should probably be your favourite or most intriguing sentence so far, but what you choose is entirely your discretion. Mention the title (and genre) if you like, but don't mention anything else. This is merely to whet the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s)
I was going to do NaNo, but I've still got last year's NaNo to work on, so I'm doing that instead. And the short story I'm working on has lots of short sentences that aren't particularly impressive by themselves. So I kind of cheated on the short story one. And the other one--I'm in the throes of "I hate my first draft, the whole project is stupid" right now, so I had trouble finding something in the novel-sized ms that I really do like. Oh, well, slog on.
The Creation and Destruction of the World
"Is there something wrong with being a fish?" asked the bird. "For my
part, I have great affection for fish."
Anganos Reserve
Now, thinking of all the dead stretching back so, so long, she felt a kind of vertigo, a terror of falling and finding that, indeed, her own life and consciousness was limited to this, to the span of her life, and she would add her bones to the layers and layers of dead, ancient sea creatures and the universe would continue on around her, herself remembering nothing, sensing nothing, knowing nothing, and unknown and forgotten for all the long millenia of the world.
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I was going to do NaNo, but I've still got last year's NaNo to work on, so I'm doing that instead. And the short story I'm working on has lots of short sentences that aren't particularly impressive by themselves. So I kind of cheated on the short story one. And the other one--I'm in the throes of "I hate my first draft, the whole project is stupid" right now, so I had trouble finding something in the novel-sized ms that I really do like. Oh, well, slog on.
The Creation and Destruction of the World
"Is there something wrong with being a fish?" asked the bird. "For my
part, I have great affection for fish."
Anganos Reserve
Now, thinking of all the dead stretching back so, so long, she felt a kind of vertigo, a terror of falling and finding that, indeed, her own life and consciousness was limited to this, to the span of her life, and she would add her bones to the layers and layers of dead, ancient sea creatures and the universe would continue on around her, herself remembering nothing, sensing nothing, knowing nothing, and unknown and forgotten for all the long millenia of the world.