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Story beginnings, take two

With respect to my earlier post on story beginnings:

All six of those beginnings have one thing in common.

The first person reading my LJ who knows enough about my work to figure out what it is, will win a Tuckerization* in a later story.

*tuckerization (n): The act of using a real name as an in-joke (i.e. Mount Kirby in Kurt Busiek's Astro City comics). From Wilson "Bob" Tucker, a science fiction writer of the 50s who made a practicing of using his friends' names for minor characters in his stories.

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True, but not what I was looking for....

:-)
Well, there goes that game... :-)

But seriously, we have a winner! Let's talk about your Tuckerization off-line, and how you want to be called.
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. LOL Boy I was far off. *g* Lovely to have such a long list of 'em!

Haha! a challenge!

OK, maybe I'm stretching, but all of them have to do with space/time, particularly our perception of it. For example:

1. Tony put on the spex and scrunched his hands into the tight datagloves. He pushed a button on the right earpiece, and the world around him changed.

Okay, pretty obvious: his understanding of the world around him changed, specifically because of an action on his part.

2. No one saw the first four explosions. Only two people witnessed the fifth explosion, and it killed one of them.

Life/death, obvious change.

3. Stasis felt unreal.

It's the absence of change in space/time (or space-time, depending on how you look at it), but more, the "unreal" implies that even un-change feels impermanent.

4. Sarah Jacobson's hands shook as she parked her clunky Volkswagen across the street from the old suburban house in which she had grown up. She sat there, breathing in the gas fumes from the idling engine, as she watched the reporters swarm all over the front lawn.

I wasn't a fan of this opening at first, but the more I read it, the more I like it. There's a hint of death in the breathing of the fumes, a hint of life in the discussion of where she had grown up, and a sense of futility, of the inability to hold on to the past, throughout it.

5. Morning, afternoon, and evening no longer existed, at least as far as Kel was concerned, despite just waking up from a long meditation. He awoke as always: floating in the darkness of space, among spaceships, a huge junkyard of them in orbit around one of the yellow-white stars of a binary system. Beyond lay nothing but empty space, and the distant stars of the galaxy, pinpoints of light sprinkled all around like--like--

Perception of space/time is altered.

6. I'm dying.

The end of space/time for a person, and in particular, an implied awareness of that approaching end, a feeling of losing time.

Re: Haha! a challenge!

Wow. You really put some thought into these.

Anyway, you'll see in my next post that I decided to make things more interesting, and give other people a chance...

Re: Haha! a challenge!

*g* Thank you!
(and I wonder, why is everyone so up in arms about the reply boxes? they're so cute! and quick! *pets box*)

Re: Haha! a challenge!

I love the new reply boxes. And I can hear it purr as you pet it.

Re: Haha! a challenge!

I wasn't a fan of this opening at first, but the more I read it, the more I like it. There's a hint of death in the breathing of the fumes, a hint of life in the discussion of where she had grown up, and a sense of futility, of the inability to hold on to the past, throughout it.

You know, your analysis of this is spot on. It's from "Kaddish for the Last Survivor" and the story has to do with all those things.

Which is a wow for me. The fumes were originally just there to set the mood; I now realize that they mean so much more...

Re: Haha! a challenge!

You know, your analysis of this is spot on. It's from "Kaddish for the Last Survivor" and the story has to do with all those things.

*beams!*

*opens story to read*
And I was going to say, "They're all published in Analog."

:)

The Analog Connection

Well, yeah, that too...

:-)
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