First Lines, 01/16/14
First lines of the novel I won't write today:
"It was 7 a.m. on a Saturday in July when he dropped off his key. The Mississippi Delta was already hot; his tee-shirt clung to his back as he stepped out of the pickup and made his way up the dusty driveway to the front porch. He knocked three times before her new lover opened the door. Stepping backward, he nearly stumbled from the porch."
— Damien Willis
January 16, 2014