Thursday, March 29, 2012

The Lucky Seven Game

Jen the Amazing tagged me for this game. It’s called The Lucky Seven Game, and it’s basically a game of writerly tag. If you’re tagged, you have to do the following:
  1. Go to page 7 or 77 in your current manuscript
  2. Go to line 7
  3. Copy down the next seven lines/sentences as they are – no cheating
  4. Tag 7 other authors
  5. *New Rule* If tagged you come back post a comment here to lead others to your post
Star Crossed (summary and first chapter posted here)
Romantic thriller. This is one of the scenes that establishes main character Vivian's relationship with best friend/side-kick Leigh (who will be the main character in the second book).
    When she glanced in the hall mirror, a large oval with a stained glass dragonfly frame that Leigh had made for her fifteenth birthday, she could see how wearing the day had been on her. A Devonshire never looked less than perfect. By that logic, she wasn’t a Devonshire tonight. Leigh came out from the kitchen and stopped dead.
    “Oh my Lord, you are home early.”
    Vivian shrugged and hung up her coat in the hall closet. “Yeah, I got tired. Decided I’d like to come home.”
Lost Daughter
Fantasy. Main character Lira, who has recently and mysteriously arrived as a stowaway on a ship, finds a safe place with the Tailor family after having been found by their young son Digger (who will become important later in the story).
    Digger pulled at her sleeve.  She jumped to see him again; she wasn't sure where he had gone.  "Come on, Lira," he said.  "It's stopped raining and we're in charge of bringing things up from the spring house."
    She smiled again at Mrs. Tailor who seemed quite pleased with herself, and followed Digger out the back door and down a gentle hill as he pulled her by the hand.
    "Your mother seems very nice," she said as soon as they were out of hearing of the house.  The Tailor's land stretched out around them.  A root cellar's door poked up only a few feet from the door of the kitchen.  She saw a small barn and a fenced field.  Fat, content cows chewed on the spring grass.
    Digger grinned ruefully at her and scratched a dirty ear.  "That's cause she ain't your Ma."

TAG! My last seven Blooming Authors from Writing Insight:
  1. Rick Gualtieri see his entry here
  2. Myke Cole
  3. Rose Gordon
  4. Sean Hayden
  5. Sonya Clark
  6. Lindsay Buroker
  7. Thomas Drinkard


  1. Hey, Sue! I just put my response live. Although I changed up the rules yet again. The A-Z blogging challenge is just about to start, and almost everyone I would tag is a part of it. But you can see for yourself here:

  2. Yay! Thanks for playing Rick!