First Lines, 10/23/13
First lines of the novel I'm too tired to write today:
"He woke up with a start — perhaps because of a noise outside his open window, or an unremembered nightmare. Sitting up, staring out into the darkness, he was suddenly angry. Angry at his grief counselor. Angry at the dog barking in in the distance. Angry at the ceramic cross, hung superstitiously above his doorway."
— Damien Willis
October 23, 2013