Thursday, September 24, 2009

First lines of first books

All you authors out there, want to share your first lines? I don't mean the first line of your current, well-polished manuscript or recently published masterpiece. I mean the first line of the first book you tried to write. Your first stab at being a novelist.

I recently came across mine: "

The dark sky was underlit with in shades of dusky orange by the electric city night-life - almost obscuring the moon, let alone the stars."

Ouch. Can you say 'purple'? Just as well I never finished that one.

So come on, share!


Diana Castilleja said...

The first ever... eveeerrr...?? heh...

Raucous music drifted across the nearly empty docks.

The very first book I ever tried to write. The first draft hand written, and a historical. Taught me not to write hisotricals. LOL

Penemue said...

Oh, I just found my first novel recently, too. Here's mine:

“Girl!” Adeline stalked into Kayla’s bedroom and snatched the book from her fingers. “What’s that?”

Barbara Sheridan said...

Mine (an historical) is handwritten in two huge pink spiral notebooks and tucked in my desk. It has a couple very cool scenes,a heroine I love but a thoroughly wussy hero. Luckily he does not appear in the opening paragraph:

While many followed the progress of Demetrice Carlyle as she took her morning constitutional to Grant's Hill, only a few stalwart individuals let their gaze linger long enough to be returned, for Miss Carlyle seemed to be on the verge of entering into a foul mood on this fine Thursday morning.

Fae Sutherland said...

Luckily for the literary world at large, my first attempt at a novel is long since lost to the ether of time and multiple moves cross country.

I will say it was a dreadful historical romance featuring a shipping magnate and a Texas oil baron's daughter, was maybe half the length a historical romance needed to be, written on a Smith Corona electric typewriter in 1993, completely dreadful and was sent to every agent I could find in Writer's Market at my library. Thank god it was so very long ago I am certain none will remember me now. It was awful. I was 19. But oh, that was when I really knew I could write a complete book, and it was an amazing feeling to write The End for the first time.

Erastes said...

From "The Witch's Apprentice" started about 15 years ago and foundered because I discovered Terry Pratchett and found that he'd done it first and better.

Not that she was an apprentice. Officially - if there had been any officially about it - she was a Foundling. That is to say She Had Been Found.

Angelia Sparrow said...

"The Dark Lord sat, brooding and bored."

It was Dungeons & Dragons meets John Norman, written mainly because I had decided John Norman couldn't write his way out of a paper bag. Lots of male-dom sex, lots of phallic substitutes like swords and spears. really dreadful.

Val said...

Great post! Here it is:

"Night. The army truck rolled along the icy highway."

Yes, I was doing sort of a Hemingway-esque style, ha, ha!

Anonymous said...

I rather liked that, Em. Maybe a wee bit long, but still very nice.

K. Z. Snow said...

The very first? Spec fic written in high school and long ago pitched. The next one? Featured an orchestra-conductor hero who was affiliated with the Polish Solidarity movement. Pitched. I went back as early as I could go.

"Phallic symbols? They've actually covered the walls with phallic symbols?"

Hm. The more things change, the more they remain the same. ;-)

(Actually, this one's been published. Twice. It's now at Cerridwen, under the title Two Out of Three Ain't Bad.)

Linda Mooney said...

I was in the 7th grade. The spiral has THE WAR AND THE LOVE written across the front page. The first line is The morning was humid. Sweat dripped down the side of Andrus' face while he shielded his eyes from the burning sun. It lasts all of 9 pages. I had no memory of this until I dug it out of my files.

Sebastiene said...

Only for you, Emily, would I go and dig out:

Noel pushed through the barrier of camellia bushes that had grown, unimpeded, and blocked the walkway to the house.

The rest of the novel is about that interesting, as well.

My favorite one listed here is Obsidian Bookshelf's: Night. The army truck rolled along the icy highway. It's simple, straight-forward, and I'm right there with you.