What are your favorite sentences that you've written for NaNo this year?

You can share overall, or share one from each day's writing, it's up to you!

Mine:

Day 1: "His eyes were made of amber so clear, she half expected to find a prehistoric beetle perfectly preserved inside of them." [A little cheesy, but fun.]

Day 2: "Maybe if he kept the house alive, he could keep her alive, too, in a small way." [Not nearly as fun, but it fits the character's storyline really well.]

Day 1:"It's all right if they lie to their wives, but not if they lie to you?"

Day 2:As a child, she used to love the small soaps that her grandmother brought her with every visit until her father pointed out that she got them free from hotel stays. (Actually, I continued to like them even after *my* father pointed that out.)

Oh, sure, Jez posts this item, then ignores it to focus on word count. Clever. (She's ahead of me by 3,000 words as I write this.)

Day 3: (Set-up--guy is holding a plastic container from the back of the fridge.

"Do you know what this is?"

"Leftover lasagna from your mother."

"Dude! She's been in Europe for two weeks." Lance dropped the entire container into the trash.

I was word warring at the write-in. You have plenty of time to catch up; I have homework to do.

Day 3:

Jackson looked her up and down, as if he was appraising her. Youre a snob, he remarked decidedly. Youre a baking snob.

I am not, she complained, but she knew there was some truth there.

You are, he insisted. Youre a total baking snob. You hate cupcakes because you think theyre below you.

They are! Gemma snapped, before she could stop herself.

Hah! Jackson shouted, pointing an accusing finger at her. Snob!

Im not a snob, Im just, she paused, searching for the right word. She wanted to say talented, but that would only make her seem more snobbish, and worse, arrogant. Pretentious. I make my living on pretentious. It sounds better than snob.

Jackson shrugged. So youre a pretentious snob.

I think my favorite is from one of my mc's mother-in-law:Don't you 'Mother' me; it's bad enough when my boy does it. So long as he's out, I will ask all the embarrassing questions I like.

The truth is, she asks all the embarrassing questions she likes even when her son is around. I'm enjoying it quite a bit.

Day one:Death was not at all what he had been expecting.

Day two:He lifted his hand and pushed it through the door, only slightly surprised when it went straight through with nothing more than the sensation of walking through a spiderweb.

Day three:He could hardly fathom having died, only to be passed off by all hed ever encountered as a man they didnt truly know.

I'm going to go out on a limb here and assume one of your characters is dead? ;)

TypesetJez wrote:I'm going to go out on a limb here and assume one of your characters is dead? ;)

Day One:By the time his hands were level with his head, the papers were swirling around The Sorcerer in a tornado of bureaucracy and The Sorcerer was laughing.

Day Two:Visited the world beyond the cellar today. Very interesting. Must try that again. (I cheated, that's more of a line and not a sentence.)

Day Three: "I'm a raven, I'm not one of those time-keeping beings in the Grand Institute or anything."

Today:She had no idea what you pack for a trip to another dimension.

Cheating is okay! Katherine & I have both included longer pieces than that.

This story sounds really interesting!

Today's favorite:

/My/ prized eagle, Anara contradicted, and you haven't seen everything until you've seen an eagle barter with a street vendor selling rats on a stick.

Thanks! :)

I like the sound of your day 2 sentence...interesting to be keeping a house alive.

Originally I misread this as "eagle bartender," but seeing an eagle bartering is just as interesting! :P

I try making faces, and- triumph!- I successfully make a face. I can face. This isssss good. Facing is good.

~After my MC gets body-swapped into a snake-woman.

Day 4:He looked out across the river at 333, wondering if it were possible for a human to mimic the building, if you could be constantly changing, reflecting new light, but remain structurally the same.

I have written very little today, thanks to school, and all of it has been devoted to Chicago architecture.

Day 5:Marlenes motto is Lifes a bitch, but so am I. I should have warned you. Im sorry.

It's nothing too special, but I enjoyed this one today: "But when Eric came over, it seemed as if, in the sea of unknowns that this new assignment brought, that the known variable made her hesitant and uneasy. "

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For the first time indays, I'm excited by something I've just written, and that simple fact made me so excited that I had to share what is certainly my favorite sentence so far:

I think he knew what I said, but I don't think he really heard me, since I was mostly talking into his stomach.

"He grinned like a dork, displaying a missing tooth, and waved."

I've missed 6 days now, but I'll share a few favorites from the last 5K or so.

Feeling only the slightest bit ridiculous, Jackson even pulled up the hood, imagining he looked like a cliche sea captain in the yellow coat, sans the standard long white beard.

Theyre gone most of the year and theyre never home at the same time. They will be, soon, for the divorce settlement. Its kind of funny when you think about it: their divorce will be the thing that brings them together.

I like the structure architecture providespun not intended. Its similar to art, butstable, and more practical. Its art you use on a daily basis, art you live your lives inside of. Its art that takes care of you. He placed a hand over his eyes, like a kid who believed you couldnt be seen if you couldnt see. Im sorry, that was really cheesy.

I was a bucket full of firecrackers, and she had thrown in the match.

He wasn't too proud for a little honest thieving.

Ohya. Dead as a doornail. The opening scene is him watching his own funeral.