On Twitter, Eric James Stone has started a meme about the missing first line of Glamour in Glass with the hashtag #GlamourInGlass1stLines. I’ll paste some of his in here, because they make me giggle.
- He was born with a gift of glamour and a sense that the world was glass.
- The glass is a foreign country; they do things glamourously there.
- It was a pleasure to glamour.
- He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Glass Stream and he had gone 84 days now without taking a fish.
- It was a bright cold day in April, and the glasses were strikingly glamourous.
- Glamourous families are all alike; every unglamourous family is unglamourous in its own way.
- It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good glass, must be in want of glamour.
- The sky above the port was the color of glass tuned to a dead glamour.
- It was a glassy and glamourous night.
- Call me glamourous.
- It was the best in glass; it was the worst in glass.
Now it’s your turn. What are some of the first lines that my novel could have had?
How about:
“Jane
Vincent awoke early that morning, completely unaware that she had been damned
for all eternity.””Mrs.
Anderson was Glamoured”
“Hi.
I’m here to Glamourist”
The glass was half full, but the glamour half empty, and Jane held less than half a hope for the prospects of any pupil satisfied to weave such disappointing folds.
She spied the glass while shopping and ignored it at first, then circled back to examine it in more detail; it wanted glamour, of that she was sure.
When Augustus came out on the porch, the blue pigs were eating a snake – not a very glamourous one.
Hee hee!
We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the glass when the glamour began to take hold.
In the beginning, God created the glamour and the glass.
There was a glass in the darkness, and it held a glamour.
A glamour comes across the glass.
LOVE the Barstow one, in particular.
All he had ever desired was a woman who could kick glass.
Ahahahaha!
The Wheel of Glass turns, and glamour comes to pass, leaving shades of milk that become honey.