Neverending story(ies)

I started in earnest this week on my revisions, and have now revised about 18K's worth. I am very hesitant to say if I'm getting it, since every time I do get something, it always clears my view to a huge host of other things I haven't gotten. And then I feel like this story is truly neverending--revisions definitely aren't! But I do feel somewhat good in that I know that whatever I have now is better than what I had before. And I guess that's all I can continue to strive for.

The kids, on the other hand, are enjoying their own continuing story--we have these German-Australian friends and last weekend our kids watched part of Michael Ende's The Neverending Story II (Das unendliche Geschichte) with their kids. We found part I at the library, so just now the friends showed up with part II to swap for part I. I know the movie is Hollywood American, but the book is THE classic German children's fantasy. Cornelia Funke was definitely influenced by Ende, and you see her current popularity today. The Germans do love the magic of books; hardly surprising, since they basically invented them.

Okay, now that everyone is happily occupied, I'm diving back into this and charting out the next chapter of my own revision (may it end soon!)

Tagged!

I've been tagged by Christy Lenzi. Here are the rules:

1. Pick up the nearest book.
2. Open to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag five people and post a comment to Christy's blog (your tagees will post to mine, etc.) once you've posted your three sentences.

There are several books in equal proximity to me, but most of them are in German (Gespenster Operation, which is a picture book by Jacques Duquennoy), Beth Goobie's Flügel aus Glas, and two of Susan Cooper's in German). So I'll use Stephenie Meyer's New Moon instead:

I wasn't paying attention to where I was driving--just wandering through empty, wet side roads as i avoided the ways that would take me home--because I didn't have anywhere to go.

I wished I could feel numb again, but I couldn't remember how I'd managed it before. The nightmare was nagging at my mind and making me think about things that would cause me pain. I didn't want to remember the forest.

ETA: For those of you who wanted the German, here it is, Beth Goobie's Flügel aus Glas:

"...Vermutlich haben sich ein paar besoffene Idioten einen Spass daraus gemacht, die Pferde freizulassen." (Probably a couple of drunk idiots thought it would be fun to let the horses loose.)

"Klingt genau so, wie ich mir eine durchzechte Nacht vorstelle," sagte Conner sarkastisch. (It sounds to me like a night of drunken revelry," Conner said sarcastically.

Aber Adrien liess sich nicht beirren. (But Adrien wouldn't let herself be confused.)

I tag kazdreamer, angie_frazier, robinellen, edawn, and beckylevine.