“Things fall apart, the center cannot hold”
She wondered how long it would take until everything shook apart. Until everything went flying, out and away from her and everything else. “Hold on, hold on,’ she chanted underneath her breath, as she tried to fix what had gone wrong with every tool at her disposal. The anarchy refused to abate, though, and she felt herself shuddering apart in time with it all. Darkness dropped as the flood roared in her ears and she slumped down.
Anyone want to beta me? It's like "Dirty Jobs" meets Oliver Sacks meets The Rockford Files(or maybe VM)
Could I make that up? Except for the part where I did, I mean.
You're welcome, Sox.
If you like Firefly, try Merchanters Luck. There's a similar mythos, I think. Comparisons, anyway.
Juliana, I like your center of the hurricane imagery.
Ooh, juliana, that's really immediate and effective. And I love Sox's, too!
From way (or some, at least) upthread:
But I have thought I was going to attempt another novel before, and those efforts have failed to gel.
I think the thing I always try to remember, though, is that it still *counts* when you have to sit down and make things happen. Plots don't spring out of Zeus's forehead, you know? Just playing "what if" can help, and if the things you think of don't end up working, then you play it again. Also, I think once you get into the meat of a story, it's easier for plot events to present themselves, based on what's already happened and where your characters are headed.
I can't beta right now, though, by the way. Way too much writing of my own I'm not getting done.