Writer's Block: Once Upon A Time
I like the LJ writer's block once and awhile, but never actually use their format for it since it drives me crazy.
I'll just answer the question on my own~
What is the first line of your favorite book?
"I heard the mailman approach my office door, half an hour earlier than usual."
~Storm Front by Jim Butcher
Not the most exciting first line ever, but Harry Dresden is one of my favorite series and I get such glee getting people addicted to it. I've read Storm Front so many times that I'm on like...I think my fifth or sixth if not seventh copy of it. It's just a good first book and I love it.
And since that's not really anything to go off of - have the rest of the opening which I will always love.
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I heard the mailman approach my office door, half an hour earlier than usual. He didn't sound right. His footsteps fell more heavily, jauntily, and he whistled. A new guy. He whistled his way to my office door, then fell silent for a moment. Then he laughed.
Then he knocked.
I winced. My mail comes through the mail slot unless it's registered. I get a really limited selection of registered mail, and it's never good nes. I got up out of my office chair and opened the door.
The new mailman, who looked like a basketball with arms and legs and a sunburned, balding head, was chuckling at the sign on the door glass. He glanced at me and hooked a thumb toward the sign. "You're kidding, right?"
I read the sign (people change it occasionally), and shook my head. "No, I'm serious. Can I have my mail, please."
"So, uh. Like parties, shows, stuff like that?" He looked past me, as though he expected to see a white tiger, or possibly some skimpily clad assistants prancing around my one-room office.
I sighed, not in the mood to get mocked again, and reached for the mail he held in his hand. "No, not like that. I don't do parties."
He held on to it, his head tilted curiously. "So what? Some kinda fortune-teller? Cards and crystal balls and things?"
"No," I told him. "I'm not a psychic." I tugged at the mail.
He held on to it. "What are you, then?"
"What's the sign on the door say?"
"It says 'Harry Dresden. Wizard.'"
"That's me," I confirmed.
~Storm Front is © Jim Butcher
~~~
There's obviously more to it - but I always love awkward conversations so... yes. Go buy it, I promise it's a great series if you like modern fantasy at all. ♥
I'll just answer the question on my own~
What is the first line of your favorite book?
"I heard the mailman approach my office door, half an hour earlier than usual."
~Storm Front by Jim Butcher
Not the most exciting first line ever, but Harry Dresden is one of my favorite series and I get such glee getting people addicted to it. I've read Storm Front so many times that I'm on like...I think my fifth or sixth if not seventh copy of it. It's just a good first book and I love it.
And since that's not really anything to go off of - have the rest of the opening which I will always love.
~~~
I heard the mailman approach my office door, half an hour earlier than usual. He didn't sound right. His footsteps fell more heavily, jauntily, and he whistled. A new guy. He whistled his way to my office door, then fell silent for a moment. Then he laughed.
Then he knocked.
I winced. My mail comes through the mail slot unless it's registered. I get a really limited selection of registered mail, and it's never good nes. I got up out of my office chair and opened the door.
The new mailman, who looked like a basketball with arms and legs and a sunburned, balding head, was chuckling at the sign on the door glass. He glanced at me and hooked a thumb toward the sign. "You're kidding, right?"
I read the sign (people change it occasionally), and shook my head. "No, I'm serious. Can I have my mail, please."
"So, uh. Like parties, shows, stuff like that?" He looked past me, as though he expected to see a white tiger, or possibly some skimpily clad assistants prancing around my one-room office.
I sighed, not in the mood to get mocked again, and reached for the mail he held in his hand. "No, not like that. I don't do parties."
He held on to it, his head tilted curiously. "So what? Some kinda fortune-teller? Cards and crystal balls and things?"
"No," I told him. "I'm not a psychic." I tugged at the mail.
He held on to it. "What are you, then?"
"What's the sign on the door say?"
"It says 'Harry Dresden. Wizard.'"
"That's me," I confirmed.
~Storm Front is © Jim Butcher
~~~
There's obviously more to it - but I always love awkward conversations so... yes. Go buy it, I promise it's a great series if you like modern fantasy at all. ♥