The writer at work

[truepenny]

BEAR: I have practiced guitar, and am about to go look for the first line of Grail in the fridge.

MOLE: Oh, is that where you keep them? I suppose it keeps them fresh.

BEAR: Well, it wasn't in the guitar.

MOLE: Are you the first line of my novel?
No, I am not the first line of your novel. I am a guitar string.

Are you the first line of my novel?
No, I am not the first line of your novel. I am a sweet potato.

Are you the first line of my novel?
No, I am not the first line of your novel. I am unidentifiable leftovers that should have been thrown out a week ago.

Are you the first line of my novel?
No, I am not the first line of your novel. I am a bottle of imported beer.

BEAR: Oo. Beer.

Comments

[avocadovpx.livejournal.com]

I was expecting something more like this:

Are you the first line of my novel?
No, I am not the first line of your novel. I am an excruciatingly close reading of a sonnet by Edna St. Vincent Millay.

Or this:

Are you the first line of my novel?
No, I am not the first line of your novel. I am a deconstruction of various tropes of "I Spy," "The Man from U.N.C.L.E.," and procedural police mysteries written for television, with particular interest in the lasting effects of psychological trauma.


Isn't that what everyone around here keeps in their refrigerator? :)

[matociquala.livejournal.com]

Close.

That first one is Carnival, and the second one is Shadow Unit.