Blatantly stolen from musefool
, here are the first lines from a few of my current WIPs.Fidele
The weather was so fine that day that when my afternoon art class (eighteen first-, second-, and third-graders) begged to have class outside, I agreed.Continuo
The boy was maybe three years old, much too young to be on his own in the crowd of Library Square.The Funeral Blues of Barnaby Sloan
At precisely eleven fifty-five on a Tuesday morning in January, Barnaby Sloan put the papyrus he was poring over into its storage box, packed his laptop in his backpack, tucked the backpack into a cubbyhole in his desk, and left the documents room. Cosmic Latte
Grad students could not live by study alone, Dylan said, so Jacob went with him to Zebra on Saturday night.
I don't think we're supposed to post anything for unconventionalcourtship
before our posting date, so I'm going to leave that story (technically, those stories) off the meme this time.
I've got more Scrivener projects that are still just ideas than I realized. And then there are a few that are going to be rewritten from word one, so they're somewhere between idea and WIP. And there are still a lot of ideas on the Big List of Next that aren't even projects yet.
Waugh. So many words, so little time.