"How the Media Failed Women in 2013," courtesy of Miss Representation. This is mind-boggling and you must watch it right now.
Original two-sentence stories to keep you awake tonight from Roxane Gay, Pamela Erens, Shani Boianjiu and more
An awesome, creepy creative exercise. Happy Halloween!
They say the first line is one of the most important parts of a book*. Get it right and the readers’ eyes are all yours, get it wrong and they’ll start looking around, distracted by the feet of strangers or two birds fighting over a sandwich.
Over on our Instagram account (here, follow it here) we’ve been asking people for the first lines that have grabbed them. So, along with a few of our own personal favourites, and a pleasingly alliterative title, here are fourteen fantastic first lines.
Something to aspire towards.
So many colors… oooooooh
In this video, sperm from two different males (one in red, the other in green) compete with each other in the female reproductive tract of the fruit fly Drosophila melanogaster. Sperm competition is a widespread phenomenon throughout the animal kingdom and a powerful evolutionary force driving species diversity.
Image by Dr. Stefan Lüpold, Syracuse University.
This is so cool! Wish I could tell who’s winning.
I spend A LOT of time doing science. Science is supposed to be very methodical, even though a lot of the time it goes like “Well, let’s try this and see what happens”. I do a lot of what feels like heavy thinking— not that heavy thinking isn’t fun, but it is draining. Planning experiments to test something specific, predicting what might happen and what it could mean, interpreting the results that are inevitably different from anything you guessed they would be… I sometimes wonder if my brain is really wired to handle it. I spent so much time teaching myself to be artistic and do things like draw and paint and play guitar that it feels like science, while still a creative process, is on a totally different plane of being.
So I need something to fill the artistic void. Writing is something that I can do when I just want to put all my science-y thoughts away, but I still want to feel like I’m doing something productive. I used to draw to occupy that need, but there’s just something about writing that’s so much bigger. I’m not limited by the page my work is on; I can just keep adding to it, or changing it as many times as I want. Like a drawing it can be whatever I want it to be, and it can be so many things at once. There’s no end, so it doesn’t get old.
Perhaps I didn’t write much before because I hadn’t had an idea that was worth writing down, but now I’ve had one, and it’s just so fulfilling to let it unfold. We’ll see where it takes me.
(Oh by the way, I wrote a novel)
Mostly about the passengers. Sometimes it’s the stinky lady with one very large dreadlock. Oftentimes (and frighteningly) it’s the super angry old lady who will curse you out if you won’t give her a quarter; however, I’m not sure if she’s worse than the guy on meth who ogles me without pause for the entire 12 minute ride. And then there’s the “guys who carry on heated conversations with themselves” club.
Today it was the lady who munches on Cheetos and noisily fellates the radioactive-orange dust off of her fingers.
A little note from my calendar.
Can’t wait for this!
Rumple’s face says it all.
He is so sassy that he sasses himself.