I’ve had a first line for about a week. I think it’s a great first line. So? What am I doing writing first lines anyway? I’m the retired writer.
But what to do when a beauty of a line comes buzzing into your brain? Dodge it? Black it out? Give it to someone else? God no.
I went to Word and typed it on the blank page making it no longer blank. And that’s where it is now. One line. No company.
Is it lonely? Maybe. But I don’t seem to be able to do anything about it. I think of that line a lot. I’ll be making the bed and the line pops into my mind. It makes me smile. I wash a dish and I say it silently.
It’s no big deal to have an opening line, you say. You’re right. So why am I blathering about it? You tell me.