Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Lucky Seven Meme

My crit partner, Amy Christine Parker AND Mindee Arnett, the author of upcoming novel, The Nightmare Affair, tagged me for the Lucky Seven Meme! I've seen this floating around the blogosphere and on Twitter, so I was so excited to be tagged by TWO people!

(Mindee's book sounds absolutely awesome! The seven lines she posted are from it so go read about it on her blog! I can't wait for it to come out!)

(Also, Amy's amazing novel recently sold to Random House!!!! Trust me when I say it's amazing-- I've read it. *Laughs evilly* Go read her blog too. Now. I'll wait. Just make sure you come back here.)

(I feel like I used way too many commas in that first paragraph. I probably did. Just like I overuse parentheses. Anyway.)

Rules For The Lucky Seven Meme:


  • Go to page 77 of your current MS/WIP
  • Go to line 7
  • Copy down the next 7 lines--sentences or paragraphs--and post them as they're written. No cheating.
  • Tag 7 authors
  • Let them know

Now. I am going to be a cheater-cheater-pumpkin-eater because I just recently shelved my completed manuscript and have no intention of opening it except for agent requests. So instead, I'm going to the 7th page of my WIP instead of the 77th (since I'm only as far as page 61 at the moment). 

You guys. This project still has the I-LOVE-YOU-SO-FREAKING-MUCH-BECAUSE-I-HAVEN'T-SMELLED-YOUR-MORNING-BREATH-YET glow that most new projects do, so I am EXCITED to share it with someone. Not even my crit partners have read this manuscript yet. *bites nail* 

Here we go!
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I want to pull on my sneakers, bolt out of this building, and sprint until my ribs ache. I want to run until I can't breathe. Along with a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and a jacket, I'd packed my favorite running shoes just for this purpose. I poke my legs and arms into the clothes-- which are a bit too big for my new body, but they'll do for now.
       As much as I want to sprint right out of the hospital, I know what Thalia and I have to do first-- we've got to return my old body back to my foster parents' house. When Thalia proposed the transport to me, we discussed what to do with my old body. We can't give it to the crematorium like most transporters do because my archetype is stolen-- a stolen reject that would have been disposed of anyway, but still stolen. 

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EEEP! I can't believe I just posted that. It's so NEW and UNEDITED. Oh well. Hope you were intrigued anyway! :-)


And the 7 Lucky Ladies I'm Tagging Are:



PS. Don't forget about The Fiction Femme Fatale's launch this Friday! The first story kicks booty!