I know, I know, it’s been too long since I’ve posted here. Having two knee replacements at the same time slowed me down mentally more than I thought it would – and I was in Fantasyland to think I’d have all this time and energy while in rehab to work on writing Just Desserts Part Deux.
What I got instead of a fat word count was insight that will eventually, I hope, show up in my writing. There’s something about sharing bad breakfast foods and experiences with a bunch of adults in their jammies and wheelchairs/walkers/canes that changes your whole perspective on life. Really.
And now: I can walk! Long distances! It’s very exciting and life-enhancing. Last night The Man and I went to a concert with a friend and then walked down to the Riverwalk to see if the full moon high tide was going to splash up over the aptly-named Water Street. (It didn’t.) The walk was like a rehab final exam: bumpy sidewalks, cobblestones, down a long flight of stairs with a shaky handrail, up a hill, over a concrete wall. I did it all!
Yeah, I rule.
I’ve started a bunch of blog posts in the last couple of months and most of them felt, eh. They’re in my draft folder where they’ll probably stay until I hit the delete key. So I have a big thank you for Dayner – who has just gotten an actual, real-life, well-deserved BOOK CONTRACT!! – for giving me a gentle kick in the butt by tagging me in the Lucky Seven Meme.
Here’s how to play the game/meme:
1. Go to page 77 of your current manuscript or WIP.
2. Go to line 7.
3. Copy down the next 7 sentences and post them as written.
4. Tag 7 authors and let them know.
Of course, I’m not actually following these rules. If you’ve read Just Desserts: Greed. Lust. Death. Tiramisu., you know that I careen from POV to POV and scene to scene. I do the same in the sequel, so I’m not sure yet of the order of my manuscript or where page 77 would be. I picked a chapter that seemed like it might be roughly 77 pages in and went to the 7th line – which was the middle of a sentence – and moved down a couple of lines until I found 7 sentences that made a little sense together even when taken out of context. I’ve been away from blogging long enough that most of the bloggers I follow have already been tagged for this game, so I’m not tagging anyone specifically. But if you’re reading this and want to play along – please do! Leave a comment so the rest of us can find you and read your sentences.
Here goes mine:
“I can’t lose my home – not now, and not to that jackass.” Tears – or maybe it was ice – gathered in Ernestine’s steely eyes.
“Ernestine, we won’t let that happen.” Lizzie caught Vince’s glance and held it. “Vince and I are going to save your property.”
Vince looked into Lizzie’s wild eyes. She was crazy, he thought, and he was startled to realize how very appealing he found that thought – and her – to be right then.