My reaction? Yeah, right… like I have time to play when my world is crumbling and crashing down around me. When the fate of the free world, not to mention several deadlines are fast approaching expiration date…
I was going to ignore it, but I soon discovered that the world hadn’t gone up in a puff of smoke or a cloud of dust, and no masked men or women where shouting “Hi-Ho Silver, Away,” much less ‘Reach for the sky, sucker.”
And then I got tagged again.. and again, and again … and it began to dawn upon me that at this rate I was going to be publishing most of my Work-In-Progress on-line.
So instead, I’m going to play along. What follows is the instructions for this game they’re calling:
Lucky Seven Author Tag.
1) Go to page 77 of your current manuscript or WiP. For short fiction, go to line 7.
2) Copy down the next 7 lines, sentences or paragraphs and post them as they are written.
3) Tag seven other authors and let them know.
4) Change your name and your user ID. Move to a foreign country where no one knows you. Hide out under your new assumed name until you’re tagged again.
5) Repeat the above steps as necessary.
Step four is of course optional, although highly recommended, especially if you’re having legal or tax difficulties… or already hiding out under an alias.
And so, without further ado;
Drasel tried to push air into his wife’s lungs and to stir her heart into beating, but to no avail. The child wailed and screamed at the sudden coldness of it’s mother, at the loss of the heat and the beat of her heart.
In despair, he picked up their baby and looked. A daughter, a beautiful daughter with eyes as blue as the sky and hair the colour of wheat. The child’s hand waved about until he placed a finger within reach. She grabbed hold and held tight as he brought the baby close to his chest so that she could feel his heartbeat and feel the warmth of his body. The child seemed to sigh and stilled into sleep. For a long time he just stood there holding and looking at this miracle of life for whom his beloved wife had given hers.
And that’s all you get for now.
In order to avoid seven years bad luck… or having seven authors pummelling me for tagging them, let me just say in advance that I will shortly be moving to an unspecified location in an unnamed foreign country that has no extradition treaties with the US or the UK… so best of luck to you.
And the lucky seven are: