I’ve written over 3,000 words so far! Yay me!
In honor of this crowning achievement, I give you a recent article from Wired called “Very Short Stories,” where they challenged established writers to write a story in six words. My favorite is, of course, from Joss Whedon:
Gown removed carelessly. Head, less so.
I know these are supposed to be stories in and of themselves, but some would make excellent opening lines. So in that spirit, I offer the opening of Ghost Hunter, my project for NaNoWriMo:
In the winter of 1985, when I turned 14, I died. An accident, I fell through the ice on the lake we Sullivans had skated on for generations. When they pulled me from the water I had no pulse.
The bright white light, the angels singing, it’s all just endorphins flooding the brain at death, right? I want to believe in what science says, but when I’m honest with myself I know that it was indeed the Otherside. And it’s never let me go.
Remember, it’s a draft. Go easy on me!
Hat tip on the Wired article: John Hawks blog.