When I have a moment of writer’s block, I like to use a jump-off line to get the words flowing…
No. Not that kind of line. I would only come up with one word if I jumped off that. And it would be rated triple R.

The line I used today is one I grabbed from The Amulet of Samarkand by Johnathan Stroud. I randomly opened the novel and chose a number between 1 and 33. The 13th line on the right hand page was just the kick I needed to get started.
I was thinking of the helpless djinn trapped inside the ruined mannequins as I serpentined my way past far-flung bits of flaming fabric, fiberglass body part fragments, splintered display cases, and shattered glass to the winding mahogany staircase. Smoldering debris mixed with Mojave Ghost Eau de Parfum fumes stung my eyes, nearly choking me to death. In my defense, Continue reading →