What I'm scared most of is one thing that I've noticed very likely runs in the family, and that, on my end at least, is a bad thing to look forward to. Starting with my grandad, then following on to my dad, who then moves on to me, it's like a chain event.
I acquired three Warner Bros. VHS tapes from a Schenectady, NY-based eBay seller (american_anglophile) that sold the three. The seller, alias Jennifer Deuel, mainly lists cosmetic products; I was under the impression that she was now only selling the 1997 VHS of Titanic; alas, she has not listed any more VHS tapes as of this writing.
Basically, we cleared her whole stock.
Well, I'll say this: I'm less dead than I look.
Anyway, today I'd like to take a moment to talk about opening lines. We've got an Original Short Story Writeoff finishing up this evening.[1] I've spent a lot of the last week reading and reviewing, and beginning some revisions on an original story of my own. Going through this month's Writeoff entries, though, got me thinking about one of my favorite topics in fiction—and one it seems I've never blogged about before—opening lines.
Howdy do, Buckaroos!
This is your on-top-of-it-as always film and TV show reporter here with another review.
Today, I'll be giving you all an analysis on "Secondhand Lions".
Here's the rundown of this film:
With his irresponsible mother going away somewhere, 14 year old Walter is left on a farm in Texas where his eccentric great-uncles live out the rest of their days as elders.
1. my girlfriend who may or may not be parasprite is super snuggly and I love her so much oh my goodness yes she is my girlfriend and yes I am so happy with her oh my goodness gracious me yes yes yes
2. Brasta_Septim is the best friend you will ever have and I'm super happy that he's here too
So as I've been saying for the past few days the new story I've been working on is finally here, and as you all probably know it's very much different from anything I've written before. If you want to check it out you can find it on my page!
Thanks, everyone!
Well, I didn't expect this kind of response from this story at all, but here we are. I suppose this kind of story will be something I'll be writing again in the future, and I do have some more ideas. Maybe even a sequel? Regardless, thank you to everyone who supported the new story! Plus, here's an image I think sums it up perfectly!
Reposting this from Group Precipitation for greater visibility, since so many people have enjoyed it already. One of the latest shorts mentioned Ditzy Doo as an eldritch magical patron, and I took the idea and ran with it. Details follow:
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