This weekend I am trying to catch up after not posting anything last weekend. I was sick. Knock-out, stay in bed sick for four days; probably the aftermath of a turbulent two weeks or it could have been something as simple as someone just passing their yuk on to me. Yes, guys are whiners when they are sick. Deal with it.
I was included in a 7.7.7. challenge by the very entertaining Paige Randall. Paige is a D.C. based fiction writer with a raw quirky sense of humor that will put a smile on your face. Despite only knowing her virtually, I can tell you she is the kind of person I’d love to have a beer with, or bourbon in her case. You can click on Paige above. I just realized that sounded funny. Click on, click off. Wasn’t there a movie about that?
The 7.7.7 challenge is for the author to go to page 7 of their current WIP (work in progress), skip down to line 7 and then, share the next 7 lines of their manuscript with you. This sounded interesting enough but it involves something I have been extremely private about: my WIP. My very rough draft WIP. I suppose I need to get over that.
I’m writing a mystery/thriller titled November Rain. It’s a about a serial killer targeting people in the medical field, specifically; women in the medical field. Ed Kiel, my main character, is both ex-law enforcement and ex-military, now living in a very small town along the NY/PA border. His friend, and another key character in my story, is NYSP Detective Derek Bannon (and yes, I named him after Race Bannon from Jonny Quest). Although I was hoping for something dark and mysterious for this challenge I’m keeping it honest and it is what it is. The scene below is set in a small town diner called Dottie’s where the two are having breakfast. Derek is somewhat of a health nut, extremely muscular, and would be considered eye candy for all you romance writers.
In the scene below, their waitress has just served them both their meals.
Seven sentences from November Rain:
… In customary server fashion, she repeated the orders while placing their plates in front of them, winking at Ed when she recited Derek’s order. Ed nodded, Derek thanked her, and she replied with her standard “you’re welcome Honey, enjoy.”
Derek had been eating egg beater omelets at Dottie’s for as long as Ed could remember. The only problem with this was they weren’t necessarily the egg substitute that Derek thought he was eating, and sadly, everyone but Derek knew this yet were too afraid to tell him. Ed had finally asked Dottie herself about it one day and she just smiled and replied “well we do beat the eggs Sugar” and left it at that.
“So how’s your omelet?” Ed asked as he speared another sausage link.
“Great! I don’t know what they do different here but it always tastes better than the way it tastes at home.” …
Exactly at 7.7.7 and a little humorous calm before the storm.
I’m going to challenge a couple of friends to share their 7 lines from their WIP.
First, and no surprise, is my amazing friend from across the pond: E.L. Wicker
Second, and again no surprise, is my friend and romance author: Dena Rogers
Until next week,