This week I got tagged in a writer’s challenge called 7.7.7, designed for authors currently working on a novel. In this challenge, you are asked to go to the seventh page of your novel, scroll down to the seventh line, and post the following seven lines of text… and then tag seven other writers to do the same!
Which… in point of fact… feels to me like it should actually be called 188.8.131.52… but I digress.
So without further ado, here is my 7.7.7! …..(7.) <— Had to do it.
On page 7 of my YA Fantasy novel Elements, my leading lady, Amy Wells, is sitting alone in a bustling coffee shop, having just met with a trauma specialist regarding the three month fugue state she went into following her mother’s death.
Amazing how sometimes you can feel loneliest when you’re in a crowd. My throat tightens, and I look down at my hands, blinking furiously. My mother’s voice rings in my ears. Wells don’t cry, Amy. Wells never cry. I obediently focus on slowing my breath, looking upwards until the hot prickliness of grief retreats back under my eyelids. A girl’s loud, garish peal of laughter invades my concentration. It’s so free and full, it burdens me with bitterness as I’m reminded again of all I’ve lost. I have to get out of here.
And there you have it! My 7.7.7! (Why yes, I did indeed whisper another “seven” in my mind just now. Ah, dear reader, you know me so well.)
(I may have just imagined myself swirling a lasso over my head, all John Wayne style.)