Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Banishing Writer's Block: New Idea

I've invented a new exercise to help with writer's block. Try writing the worst opening line you can dream up. For ideas, look at the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest website ( and browse the previous years' entries. If you enjoy tongue-in-cheek, over-the-top humor, you'll get a laugh out of these offerings.  And they are all highly creative. 

Here's my attempt:

His fingers poised like kestrels over the keys, his audience reverently hushed and expectant, legendary pianist Arturo Moysevich prepared to strike the first note of Franz Liszt’s impossibly difficult Transcendental Etude no. 4, when the piano stool collapsed beneath him, causing him to smash his jaw against the keyboard, bruise his ankles on the stage floor, whack his knees against the steel pedals, and wonder if insuring his hands was the best idea. 

What can you come up with? Bowl me over!

1 comment:

  1. Maggie, what a hoot. I doubt I can better this ,, but ...

    Klaus, the Australian Shepherd, hung out in the kitchen, lurking beneath Peg's feet, hoping she would, as usual, drop a few tasty tid-bits onto the floor, as, careless, she swung the machete she was using to chop the chicken and peppers with wild abandon, leaving a few pieces on the counter and the rest scattered around the room.