The Lucky 7 Meme

The spell of the Lucky 7 Meme has been cast upon me by Becca J. Campbell and Lisa Voisin, both lovely ladies and talented writers. And when double-spelled like that, I find myself compelled to comply 😉

Here are the rules:
Lucky 7 Meme Rules:
1. Go to page 77 of your current manuscript.
2. Go to line 7.
3. Copy the next 7 lines (sentences or paragraphs) and post them as they’re written. No cheating!
4. Tag 7 other writers and pass the meme on.

Here’s the rub for me… I currently have 2 WIP and as I’m not ready to reveal details about the sequel to Flight of Blue at the moment, I’m going to post lines from the formatted version of Flight of Blue.

I think it’s funny what random lines are found using this method, but here goes 😉

No one spoke until the older Opossums had carefully slid down the ladder, and then Ernest turned to the group. “We’d like to treat Reginald now, if you could just let him down.”

“Of course.” They lowered the injured Opossum to the ground and the older Opossums gathered around.

Ah, so this was the medical team then, Kai observed. The older ones were the doctors and the younger ones were their assistants or students. They leaned in and started feeling and examining Reginald’s injured leg and hip, while Ernest climbed the nearest ladder and again headed back towards what looked like the core of the Opossum Municipality.

This time Ernest returned with a single middle-aged looking Opossum (though Kai wasn’t quite sure how he was mentally assigning ages to talking animals that he’d known about for less than twenty-four hours).

This new Opossum moved somewhat slowly, but more with a regal, look-at-me walk, as if he had something to show off, but he was hoping you’d just notice it yourself and compliment him on it if he just walked slowly enough for you to see.

All at once, Kai noticed something weird. All of the Opossums, with the exception of Reginald, were wearing clothes. It had never seemed odd to him that Reginald didn’t wear any clothes, after all, have you ever seen a Opossum with clothes on? Right, didn’t think so. But now that all the other Opossums were wearing clothes it suddenly seemed indecent to be seeing Reginald there clad only in his fur. Kai cleared his throat uncomfortably and turned away from where the medical team was hard at work on Reginald.

Now… who to tag? (insert evil writer laugh here)

  1. Angi Black
  2. Pavel Cenkl
  3. Angela Goff
  4. Dustin Metzger
  5. Julie Jordan Scott
  6. Keith Robinson
  7. Melinda McGuire

Being Enough

A bunch of crazy friends of mine and I are about to embark on a 30-day writing challenge called JuNoWriMo (June Novel Writing Month).

It strikes me as I dive into this adventure that writing or really any sort of creating we do is an exercise in courage.  To create requires we put ourselves on the line, bare our souls for others to see.

And it’s damn scary.

When I write a novel, somewhere around the one-third to one-half mark the novel starts to talk back.  And it tells me that it’s a horrible story, that it’s dumb, contrived, no one will ever want to read it, and what’s the matter with me for wanting to write it in the first place.

That spot used to stop me dead.  The story would die and I would leave it to break it up for parts later.  Novel after novel I started only to have them die at almost the same point every time.

Until I learned from Anne Lamott and started to talk back. Read more

Processing the process

So I have a habit of blogging well for a while, then disappearing all together.

I’ll let you in on a secret.

It’s not just the blogging.  I’ve spent most of my life working in big bursts of creative fire where all sorts of things get done in all sorts of areas and for a while I am super woman.

Or perhaps, I’m Icarus…

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