Today I was nominated by the excellent Ali Isaac to take part in the 777 Writer’s Challenge. Thanks, Ali! I must say I’m enjoying these writing and photography challenges – it’s nice to feel part of the blogging community 🙂
So the rules are: go to the 7th page of your current WIP, find the 7th sentence, and then paste the following 7 sentences into your blog post. You must then nominate 7 other writers to do the same.
Okay, so far so good. However, I’m not going to go to my second Ambeth book (which is one of my WIP’s at the moment). Instead, I’m taking my excerpt from A Thousand Rooms. It’s another work in progress that I’ve yet to finish it completely. It’s about 90% done and then will need a good solid edit, no doubt, but it’s something I’ve really enjoyed writing. Anyway, here it is:
But no, I have to be dead and there’s no-one here and I’m screaming as loudly as I can but I know that I could scream my throat into shreds and nothing will change.
No one can hear me.
This goes on for a while. I sink to my knees, eventually, hiccupping and sobbing, my hands flat on the floor as I lean forward, my hair in my face. Then I sit back on my heels and heave a huge sigh, wiping my face with both hands, pushing my hair back. I don’t feel much better, but I don’t feel worse, either. I get up and wander back into the living room where I sit down on my couch, holding my weight carefully as I do so just in case I go through it. But I don’t, and so I sit there, watching light flicker through the long feathers of jacaranda leaves.
And that’s all you get.
I won’t say too much about the story except that it’s about a woman who is suddenly dead, then has to find her way. As to how she does that, you’ll have to wait and see 🙂
Okay – this is always the tough part, nominating seven more bloggers. If I do nominate you, this isn’t set in stone and you don’t have to do it if you don’t wish to. So (drumroll) the nominees are: