After this strange week, this is the passage that rose up from the depths and grabbed me.
Chapter 1, Page 1, Opening Lines:
“What it begins with, I know finally, is the kernel of meanness in people’s hearts. I don’t know exactly how or why it gets inside us; that’s one of the mysteries I haven’t solved yet. I always tried to close my eyes and believe that angels, invisible in their gossamer dresses, were keeping their loving vigil. I learned slowly, that if you don’t look at the world with perfect vision, you’re bound to get yourself cooked. Even though I may still be looking through the dark glass, even though I haven’t finished learning the lessons, I’m the only one who tells the story from beginning to end.”
Check out the complexity ands set up of those sentences. My god. A master at work. Happy writing everyone. I feel inspired.
Three blissful writing days are ahead of me, and now I have the inspiration to make the most of them. Thank you, Teri.
An especially good first sentence.
Teri,
Could there possibly be a more direct paragraph to capture the essence of what you are going through? Whoa. Get thee butt to a chair and carry on…
This is lovely. Wonderfully articulated. Inspiring. Damn. Wish I wasn’t half-asleep and feeling too dead to capitalize on it.
Guess I have to come back this way tomorrow.
Don’t you wish we could schedule the freakin’ muse?
i can’t help but wonder what lines (chapters?) came before this one in the first draft. in the height of revisions, i now wonder what got cut no matter what i’m reading.
Funny or pathetic? I’m positive I read this book but I can’t for the life of me remember it.