Beau Peep Notice Board
Beau Peep Notice Board => Outpourings => Topic started by: Mince on January 22, 2008, 12:52:18 PM
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I have decided to write a novel. I wondered what everyone thought of it so far.
At the
Obviously it isn't finished yet, but I feel I've got the plot nailed already.
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If not the grammar and the punctuation.
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The d?nouement is a bit obvious, isn't it?
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If you need a cheap illustration for the dust cover (because I suspect never shall the term 'dust cover' be more apt), ask Peepsie.
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I've read more eye-catching opening lines.
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D'you want to know what I think?
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I have decided to write a novel. I wondered what everyone thought of it so far.
At the
Obviously it isn't finished yet, but I feel I've got the plot nailed already.
I don't think it should be in purple and there would be more suspense if the second word was "a".
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At a small
I'm in two minds whether the next word should be "crossroads" or "cataleptic".
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I have decided to write a novel. I wondered what everyone thought of it so far.
At the
Obviously it isn't finished yet, but I feel I've got the plot nailed already.
It needs a bit more mystery. "The" is too clearly defined. I want to be challenged - to have my curiosity aroused. Taken to heights I've only dreamed of. I want a great big surprising "punch"!
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I can't remember who it was who mentioned that Mince had been rather quiet of late, but next time, DON'T!
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I thought he might have had a bird round.
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I thought he might have had a bird round.
Who do you think helped him with the opening word?
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No, no, no... it should begin:
Once, at the
You're involved already then.
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Twice, at an orgasmic
Now I've got writer's block.
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You mean cramp.
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Twice, at an orgasmic crossroads, a tramp with a cramp
Now we're getting somewhere.
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If you say so.
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Twice, at an orgasmic crossroads, a tramp with a cramp
Now we're getting somewhere.
Twice, at an orgasmic crossroads, a tramp with a cramp
A little tramp with clogs on,
Well, I declare,
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I can't take my novel seriously now.
I will have to start again.
Dust hammered like lazy smoke at the hairs in his nostrils. Two fat splinters of light sprawled across the heavy mahogany of the room's only table, giving a smug glow to the blood-splashed winning poker hand lying upturned on a pile of crisp fifties in the centre.
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I can't take my novel seriously now.
I will have to start again.
Dust hammered like lazy smoke at the hairs in his nostrils. Two fat splinters of light sprawled across the heavy mahogany of the room's only table, giving a smug glow to the blood-splashed winning poker hand lying upturned on a pile of crisp fifties in the centre.
What was the pile of crisps doing in the centre?
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Would that be "Red dust hammered..."?
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What was the pile of crisps doing in the centre?
They'd had all of the rest of the buffet and they were left.
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What was the pile of crisps doing in the centre?
They'd had all of the rest of the buffet and they were left.
So, someone's made off with the buffet... This could be a defective detective novel.