Back in December, New York Magazine had a neat page that featured the writing of people all over Manhattan. The reporters had approached “laptop-using strangers in Starbucks … and asked them to show us the sentence they were working on.” Cool, huh? The results ranged from cover letters to rap lyrics to essays on gender identity. My favorite was a grad student writing a film. His last sentence: “Navy Seal (Steve).” Go Steve!
So I thought it would be fun to ask you guys: what’s the last sentence you wrote before surfing over here to the hot pink wonder palace of Bitchery? Mine was: “what’s the last sentence you wrote before surfing over here to the hot pink wonder palace of Bitchery?” (It’s not very interesting if I play along, is it?)
“Sometimes closing has its ups.”
Not terribly clever or interesting, but there ya go.
The doctor was on her tea break.
Not the best sentence in the batch, but I got stuck there. Describing the Indian public hospital experience is challenging…
He was clean, and he was naked.
Hee.
Sie hat viermal reingebissen und jedes Mal das Gesicht verzogen.
Oh dear…“The auctioneer and agent should congratulate the winning bidder and thank the other bidders.”
If you’d asked me yesterday, when I wasn’t working on a real estate training manual, it would have been a bit cooler: “Simon flicked his fingers, Hal sent back a hand gesture, and two of the men dived amongst the milling regimental colours and pulled out a soldier who may or may not have been the miscreant, but who was going to pay the price all the same.”
Definitely one of my more impressive spreads, judging by the remarks I got!
Sadly, it’s not a proper sentence, grammatically speaking. But this is what happens when I start discussing food in the comments page of my blog…
We still don’t have our second mail out let alone our first mail out so that we can have our democratic say on the great grand wheely bin issue.
He slid the pans into the water, dribbled fresh detergent on them and recommenced scrubbing. Hard.
Okay, that’s technically two sentences. But you might have got the wrong impression if I’d just put the last one in 😉
He wondered if he’d find the scent of airline deodorizers arousing for the rest of his life.
Don’t wanna end up in solitary.
Most of these are amusing me, one way or another.
I’ve been a little too free with myself, so you’ll get lots of things from me.
It was in an email, reminding the other ladies that blog with me of our Beauty Don’t Go There’s for next week’s group topic.
If not, this attempt by HR to impose a change in contractual conditions contrary to Chapter 1 of the Staff Handbook seems a pretty clear breach of legal rights, and a breach of faith with unions and employees, which needs to be stamped on hard.
Facebook status update: Christina doesn’t want to go out into the cold.
You’ll all blog me, right??
Me, asking my Twitter buddies to blog my new EC book when it releases tomorrow. 😀 I’m not above shameless begging for extra promo from my friends.
His formerly icy blue eyes were now hazy, like a summer sky in the morning. “Love can make a man do unusual things.”
(from my WIP, the Oz book)
“And don’t come back.”
90% of the way through my WIP.
Do you have any birthday traditions? As long as it doesn’t involve hitting, pinching, or otherwise abusing the birthday person, I’d love to hear how you celebrate.
From a blog post on birthday traditions from around the world which I will have up on my own blog over the weekend – celebrating my very own birthday.
Yes, but can you imagine the snarky reply?
Geek that I am, I also find it an interesting parallel that he took over from Baker, the most popular Doctor to date at that point.
*shakes head at absolute geekery of that sentence*
The thought that “this wasn’t so bad” was the last thing to cross his mind before he fell asleep to the sound and feel of Sam’s breathing.
The phrase ‘In consistent with’ is nondescriptive; please replace with with either ‘Consistent with’ (if the prior results agree with your present findings) or ‘Inconsistent with’ (if the prior and present results do not agree).
In my own defense, that’s from a scientific editing job, *not* one of the books
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ATRM report, as requested.
*Sigh* The day job’s so freaking boring.
Oh, I hope that was just a twitter typo.
Referring to the twitter news that Alex Deleon of The Cab just got a tattoo that reads “Symphony Solider”. Solider?
If I asked Satan a question, would he answer? This is on Twitter. lol
Then again, his involvement in Katya’s disappearance was perhaps not the most logical choice.
This is too much fun. I love the variety.
Despite all this, he will always be remembered for sneaking aphrodisiac sausages into the Carter White House.
Must I?
Response to the request: Meet me at Planet Fattness @ 3 so that we can uselessly slog our guts out on the treadmill together.
“I’m beginning to HATE this woman.”
Sent at the end of a forwarded email from a complainer!!!
“Was that your version of sweeping me off my feet?”
“Trying…” he sucked in air, “…romantic.”
You’re an idiot. Love, Mom
to my bachelor son who tossed his shower curtain & bought a new one because the old one needed washing.
Who the hell raised him?
“Then I thought of the photographs in Russell’s coat pocket, and my stomach clenched.”
From the penultimate chapter of my WIP.
Last sentence on my blog last night:
When a girl stabs a boy with a scissor and kicks him in the balls and receives no consequences, it sends the message that they can get away with anything.
Oops. That was two sentences. In my defense, I always think of statement + response in dialogue as one unit. Kind of like Sicilian billionaire + virgin mistress.
She watches as he walks closer, and when he’s in front of her, he slides his hands around to the back of her head and leans forward to kiss her.
From one of my fanfics.
Like the Heroic Slave, Green claims to be more American than Americans themselves.
From the outline of my next paper.
“I don’t know why you are using that account—it’s been closed since the end of the fiscal year.”
Not part of my current WIP.
Man, why couldn’t I have come on this one AFTER I did some writing today?
But nope…had to be right before I get started.
My last sentence was:
I don’t want to complicate things for you all.
The rest of the world thinks they’re ridiculous too.
In response to a twitter about a band.
“Drop!” ordered Marian.
It’s from an airship battle scene in a steampunk Robin Hood
“Thanks much.”