Lucky 7

Monday, March 12, 2012

2 Chiming In
I'm currently in the process of revising Sing Down the Stars for my agent, while writing Arclight's sequel and waiting on my editorial letter on Premeditated, which is coming this week, and waiting to see if Arclight #1 is officially "finished". In short - I'm busy. Very, very busy. But still, last week I got tagged for the Lucky 7 Challenge:

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.

I'll be stopping at step 3 because I don't usually pass these things along, but this one seemed like a fun way to break up the day.

So here goes: 7 paragraphs of Page 77 of the "in revision" SING DOWN THE STARS.

“Out of my way,” his companion ordered. “Gimmee a go at it. I'll get us in.”

There was a shuffling of feet and coats beyond the door as the second man replaced the first. Either he was stronger or more stubborn, because soon the sound of cracking wood and popping nails had me and Winnie staring at each other again. We huddled down as the boards gave way completely and two large shapes filled the door, backing in as they inspected it.

“Must've warped in the weather,” the first man said. “We'll have to find some new wood.”

But his companion didn't answer. While the first man was busy inspecting the damage to the shed, the second had turned, likely drawn by the lantern he couldn't ignore once inside. He swung his own high and wide, flooding the tiny building with light. Winnie and I held onto each other, shaking in way that had nothing to do with damp or chill.

“Lookie what we've found 'ere, Bull.” The man facing us smiled, and my stomach sank at the sight of his greenish teeth.

Bull turned slowly, then straightened with a startle.

"Well, well well," he sang. “Looks like we hit the mother lode."