Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Lucky 7: I got tagged!

I was tagged in the Lucky 7 Writing Challenge! The challenge originated at the Fiction and Film writing blog, by Kate Larkindale. The rules are simple:

1. Go to page 77 of your current MS.
2. Go to line 7.
3. Copy down the next 7 lines, sentences, or paragraphs - and post them as they're written. No cheating.
4. Tag 7 authors.
5. Let them know.

So here's seven sentences from my current manuscript, to wet your appetite:

“I think I can keep him in line,” Johnna teased.
Vendelaz nodded and walked off, like that was that.
Staked out as we were in the center of camp, I expected to pass the night unmolested. Johnna was on one side of the center row of seats; Derik kept me company on the other, snuggling his sleeping bag against mine. I’m sure he would have preferred to share a bag, but even he knew better than to suggest it. 
The night was, at first, fitful. Voices murmured incoherently through my head, a chorus of songs and chirps and babble that had me tossing and turning between droplets of sleep. 

Now I'm supposed to tag seven people, but I think I'll break the rules and take volunteers-only! Not on the list yet? Want to be tagged with a link to your blog? Drop a comment with your blog address, and I'll add it to the post.

1. Mike S
2. Robbie Taylor
3. Could be you!
4. Could be you!
5. Could be that crazy chick from down the street!
6. Could be you!
7. Could be you!

A couple of authors offered to share their posts through me to give you an example. Here's a couple of 7's to get us started!

Mike S.'s 7:

Surprise and awe shown in the eyes of the demon. Still holding the hilt, she quickly retreated, turning into another black shadow against the black night. 
Maeve for her part, had calmed the bear. I could hear the loud but peaceful snuffling from the cave over my own heavy breathing. Maeve's arm shown with thin lines of black wetness. As Maeve's strength fled, she fell into my arms, trembling. The sun rose by the time we walked back to camp. I stoked the fire after putting her back into the bedding, in time to see the first new snowflakes falling.

Robbie Taylor's 7:

"And that is why you are not a doctor?" 
"Precisely." He turned slightly towards her, walking sideways along the walk. "You see, most archeologists are conservative sorts who believe that the past is the past, and its only influence on the present is through writings or architecture." His blood was up. Defending his calling usually did that to him. "I, and many others who are less vocal, believe that the past is an artificial, societal construct, and that the influences of history flow far more fluidly, in belief systems, in language, in personalities, and yes, in writings and architecture. This is very..." 

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