Hey everyone! I have good news! 50 Shades recaps will be back on track Monday. Other good news? Someone tagged me for a writerly meme that is going to give you a sneak peak of my novel Silent Surrender, which will be released by Ellora's Cave at a date that will be announced later. Seriously, that's how very young this book is. It doesn't even have a release date yet.
But, I was tagged by Brynn Paulin, so I will obey the rules and share this with you.
The Rules:
Go to page 7 or 77 in your current manuscript
Go to line 7
Post on your blog or Facebook page the next 7 lines, or sentences, as they are – no cheating
Tag 7 other authors to do the same.
So, here are my seven sentences:
He didn’t know her, and it didn’t make sense. And he was petrified.What would happen, when they were alone? How would he talk to her, calm her? What if he was being had, and she didn’t want this at all? How could he trust that anything that man downstairs had said?What if she was simple?So, there you have it. The very first look at Silent Surrender.
However, I always hate trying to tag people for these things. I don't mind when people tag me, but I'm convinced that everyone hates me when I tag them, and I'm destroying the lives of everyone around me. Remember what I said about being socially awkward? Rather than tag people, I just encourage all of you to do this. Published, prepublished, fanfic writer, I don't care. Do this on your blog and post a link in the comments. Let's make this interactive.
Well, I'm not published and don't know id I ever will be, but here are 7 lines from Ordinary Lives:
ReplyDeleteWas he ever going to learn to walk? She wiped her hands and went to pick him up. The oppressive Egyptian heat was making her tired and a little grumpy. She missed her family and everything familiar. As she sat down and pulled her son into her lap, she stroked his hair and thought back to that fateful day when the angel visited. This was not what she had foreseen when the angel had appeared. At first, things had been so exciting.
(There! Now maybe I will get motivated to pursue this, but again probably not.) I don't know how you just put your work out there!
Fun! Here's my link: http://tiffanyasnow.com/blog. Hope your daughter is feeling better, btw. Can't wait for Monday's recap. :-)
ReplyDeleteInteresting exercise! I have two books I'm working on at the moment. The first:
ReplyDelete“Not exactly,” he said, sitting down on a rock. He left his legs wide apart, and she averted her eyes from his unconscious flashing, “I used to work for Blackwater, you know. Merc group. Humans... wasn’t... wasn’t what you saw, you know. Before.”
Nicki nodded, moving to the side to regard him, and keeping an eye out for any signs of the cops. “Private security, I heard.”
He shrugged, “Call them what you want, they’re pretty hard core. We were in Iraq, ten years ago, getting ready to pull out...” Nicki blinked. Ten years? She cranked her estimation of his age up by a lot.
And the second:
They had picked me up sometime around noon, I guessed, and the remainder of the day found us sitting in the truck, driving down the road. Occasionally, they had to slow down to avoid an abandoned car, but for the most part, the highways here were clear of debris. Only when we got closer to Omaha did the roads begin to fill up with discarded and useless cars. The survivors must have thought their chances on foot better. Yeah, that didn't convince me either.
Not that I got a front row seat to anything. I sat in the box, cuffed and lassoed, but not uncomfortable. I didn't cramp up, nor did my muscles complain about sitting in one spot for too long. Being dead, occasionally, could be advantageous.
I really liked this idea, so I posted on it today, along with my 7sentences from my WIP. Gave both you and Brynn credit for it + your links.
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Okay, I joined the party late, but I'm just going to put my seven lines out there, dreadful as they may be. Here goes nothing!
ReplyDeleteHe paused in a large antechamber, and stood in a pool of pale moonlight. The night was clear, a rare thing in the Rainlands, though the air felt heavy and hot and still, as it so often does before a great storm. Black clouds roiled around the moon, stretching dark hands across its face so that shadows danced across the floor. The chamber’s window was open, and a cool breeze sighed through, moaning as it ran airy fingers through the leaves of the orchids that clung far above his head. The Maimed One moved to close the window, but thought the better of it; there was no rain yet, and the light of the moon, inconstant as it was, helped to quiet his nervous heart. Already he felt as though he might be able to rest, and indeed the thought of a soft cot sounded like a heavensend. He turned back the way he came, and very nearly dropped dead of terror.
Whoa, I didn't even mean to leave it on a cliffhanger. I love it when something accidentally awesome happens!