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la_marquise_de_
The rules:
1. Go to page 77 (or 7th) 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.
Problem is, I'm writing a short story today, and it's nowhere near 77 pages. So, from page 7:
them for sere summer grass and bare dusty earth.
But needs must. He ducked his head and made himself invisible, which was another gift he had. As swift and silent as a shadow, he ghosted through the camp.
#
Everyone else said the horse had gone into the city. Aymery had a habit of ignoring what people said. He followed the tracks in the dust.
They led him toward the city, but angling gradually around it. They...
And from novel-in-progress, on hiatus for story-seriously-overdue:
jungle full of wild Indians and Spanish colonists--and ruled by a relative of the Russian Tsar. There was a choice. "But," he said again, "if there's to be any action taken, we need proof. Convincing proof."
Perry straightened painfully. Lee reached to assist, but the Commodore waved him off. "Yes, there's the rub. Without proof, all we have is speculation."
"Highly educated speculation," Lee said. "Maximilian..."
O_o
That's an interesting juxtaposition.
la_marquise_de_The rules:
1. Go to page 77 (or 7th) 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.
Problem is, I'm writing a short story today, and it's nowhere near 77 pages. So, from page 7:
them for sere summer grass and bare dusty earth.
But needs must. He ducked his head and made himself invisible, which was another gift he had. As swift and silent as a shadow, he ghosted through the camp.
#
Everyone else said the horse had gone into the city. Aymery had a habit of ignoring what people said. He followed the tracks in the dust.
They led him toward the city, but angling gradually around it. They...
And from novel-in-progress, on hiatus for story-seriously-overdue:
jungle full of wild Indians and Spanish colonists--and ruled by a relative of the Russian Tsar. There was a choice. "But," he said again, "if there's to be any action taken, we need proof. Convincing proof."
Perry straightened painfully. Lee reached to assist, but the Commodore waved him off. "Yes, there's the rub. Without proof, all we have is speculation."
"Highly educated speculation," Lee said. "Maximilian..."
O_o
That's an interesting juxtaposition.
