Writer's Block: The start of something wonderful
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Feb. 5th, 2011 | 08:15 pm
"It was morning, and the new sun sparkled gold across the ripples of a gentle sea."
"The unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone."
"If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth."
There are so many opening lines to books that I read, and reread and read so much that the books become fragments of their former selves. pages creased, corners bent, favorite passages underlined, notes in the margins...
Those three were the ones I could remember off the top of my head, but there are others. To ask me to choose just one? Far better to ask me to choose which random person I meet next that I would like to punch in the face. It's just as hard of a decision really. Actually, the punching thing would probably be easier.