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lostakasha) wrote2008-09-01 07:59 pm
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that 'first lines' meme
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Fingers clasped bloodless around the hematite and silver beads, Clare begs forgiveness, nearly witless in her desire to be cleansed of her sins.~~Lamb of God
After more than 250 years there are some behaviors Angel can’t shake: living in suspended animation; aching for the fight; sketching; grief sex.~~ Nineteen Hours Earlier
Jitneys share an undeniable attraction to potholes; they seek them out like lovers, bouncing in and out of them with wild abandon.~~ The Eternal Saudade of the Thompson Gunner
Once the heady surge of relief flooded his consciousness he didn’t think much about it.~~Planets of the Universe
It sifts through his consciousness, uninvited.~~ Breathless
There is no explanation for what he could not find.~~ Parenthood
Possessed of a presence he neither sees nor reflects, Angel moves with feral grace.~~La Vie Dansante
In Sunnydale, Cordelia swore she’d never be foolish enough to weep again; not for circumstance or bitterness or love. ~~ Lachrymosa
How old had Drusilla been when she became a passion to be pursued, a charming fistful of clay to be shaped in madness and fired for his delight? ~~ The Calling
At the moment of reanimation the mark of Aurelius fled his skin, vanishing like his immortality and the life he knew. ~~ Pentimento
The black-clad poseur who runs a group of outlandish galleries in Rendezvous Bay gets the paintings.~~ Camera Obscura
Whatever human scent could have clung to the soot-streaked windows had been taken by the Santa Ana winds or devoured by the ceaseless hunger of autumn brushfires.~~Chiaroscuro
Asphalt buckles and rolls beneath his feet as every step creates a new a chasm to breach.~~ Of Forgotten Kings and Saviors
She reached past the smoke smudged night of years past and wrapped around them with her Doppler moan, low and ghostly.~~The Last Radio
Azure eyes flicker cold as the tracery of veins unseen beneath Angel’s skin and he wants to strip them with his teeth, unsheathe them like copper wire and sip that power from its secondary source.~~ Inclusion
Had orgasm been the true catalyst in unhinging Angel’s soul, the curse would have been a passing storm causing occasional moments of tumult and indecision -- nothing more. ~~Curse, Defined
What have I learned? That I'll never use one word when 17 will do. That I love semicolons, colons, and I may, in fact, be the Queen of the Comma Splice. And that I miss Angel so much it hurts.
Quick State of the Akasha update:
~~ Work: Up to my neck in it. If this keeps up I might actually be able to pay my taxes.
~~ Play: This is it, kids.
~~ Writing: Stalled, possibly permanently. Should I advertise for a new Muse? Is there a Craigslist Category for that? Hey, if you wanna apply...
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Dont worry, honey. Your muse will come back. Mine did and I've been cranking out fic like a crazy person. Er.
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I noticed that you've been writing like a writing thing! It's wonderful! But alas, I have nothing left for either AtS or Bonesfandom. All my best stories have been told. It's time for other voices.
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Yeah, I'm writing like a fiend and am determined not to worry that it's a sign I might be a little manic; I feel better than I have in...well...a very very long time.
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that's a neat meme, I'm tempted to go back and look at my opening lines...if only because I feel like I'm starting everyone with the same device lately, and I've had to make a conscious effort not to. I didn't use to have that problem, I don't think.
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I have a hardon for your first lines.
yay for being able to pay the taxes!
If I find a muse I'll send it your way.
*hugs*
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oh, what a great meme. Makes me go back and reread your fic and fall in luff with it all over again.
and yay! work!
*facepalm*
i mean, yay! money!
:D
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*hugs your Angel*
Jitneys share an undeniable attraction to potholes; they seek them out like lovers, bouncing in and out of them with wild abandon.
*laughs* You're a funny writer. :)
How old had Drusilla been when she became a passion to be pursued, a charming fistful of clay to be shaped in madness and fired for his delight?
*shivers* You are made of awesome sauce.
I have no doubt that your muse will return -- maybe in a different fandom, but it'll return. *smooch* But I'm thrilled that work's going so well for you!