Friday, September 4, 2015

7/7/7 challenge!

I was tagged by my Twitter friend @vanessapeay to participate in the 7/7/7 challenge!! 

  • Go to page 7 of your current WIP
  • Scroll down to line 7
  • Share the next 7 sentences in a blog post.
  • After the blog post tag 7 other writers to continue the challenge. 

I actually have a couple WIPs that are very different, so I'm going to post qualifying selections from some of them (you only have to do one, I'm just going further for fun!)


The overhead lamps slowly buzzed to life and his Converses kicked loose gravel. A few more driveways. A few more split level houses framed by sweet, rotten crape myrtles screaming magenta. A few more lopsided mailboxes with paint-chipped stands. One motorcycle, two barking spaniels glaring through a fence, one fire hydrant, a whole lot of rain later, and Harrison crossed up Sean Campbells yard. The Miura gleamed in the driveway, aquamarine and glorious. He stubbed his toe on a sprinkler. Bump. Pain through socks and sneakers.

From YA Historical Fantasy, THE DARK AND THE SAPPHIRE 

He was propped with one knee up on one of the windows, examining both the empty streets below and the half-eaten apple in his hand. Fyr reached over, took the gnawed fruit from her brother, and bit off a large chunk.
 “Fyr!” he protested as she handed it back, wincing at its acidity.
But she ignored him and peered past his hair out the window. A few Shusheni troops in the archaic tunic and metal cap uniform of the footsoldier were meandering aimlessly below, guns slung over their shoulders and powder horns on their belts.
“Look at them,” Fyr muttered despondently. “The Vlalonnans have pelisses and shakos and two overcoats a piece, and yet the Shusheni soldiers, subjects to one of the wealthiest empires in the world, don’t even have matching rifles, and they’re wearing the same uniforms issued in the Baroque Era.”
She kicked air and ground her palms into the massive table before her, formerly the dining table of the governor of Cixi, but he had evacuated, with most of the citizens.
“This table,” she said angrily, stabbing its surface with her finger. “It’s solid gold. The money it took to make this could have bought an entire Banner knapsacks or a cannon or horses. Stupid emperor, and stupid Craft of Combat!”

From MG Urban fantasy (fairytale continuation), IMOGEN THE GIANT-SLAYER:

I guess Mom and Dad wanted, ahem, unusually named kids, because I don’t know any other Thankfuls or Auburns or Imogens. But I do know one Curtis, and he’s a monkey at a zoo. I give my brother a hard time about that one.

I galloped into my closet of a room. It’s painted bright green. I like that. What I don’t like is when Thankful or Auburn poke their noses in and say “What a bear pit.”

I dragged my suitcase out from under my stuffed animal-clogged daybed. and looked around thoughtfully, scratching my forehead.

I'm not going to tag anyone due to time crunch and too many lovely people to choose from, but feel free to consider yourself tagged if you want to participate!! :D