The 777 Writing Challenge
Well, I hadn’t planned on writing anything today, but Jenelle Schmidt challenged me to the 777 writing challenge and, like any would-be knight errant in training, I cannot resist a good challenge, can I?
Here’s how the 777 writing challenge works. To participate, a writer must go to the 7th page of their current work-in-progress, go to the seventh line, and share the next 7 lines in a post. Then you must tag 7 other bloggers to do the same. This last one was the hard part for me. I don’t think many of my author friends frequent this site, but I’ll give it the old college try!
This challenge caught me off guard in more ways than one, because the current project I’m working on hasn’t even been announced yet. So here, extemporaneously, I am officially announcing what my next novel will be after the Chronotrace Sequence is finished!
The Last Motley
The story’s working title is The Last Motley. It’s a story about a boy under a curse whom the whole world seems to be trying to find, and what happens when he is befriended by a simple tailor and his family. And that’s all I’ll say for now, except that it is a fantasy story and that I am currently working on the second draft. So this one will hopefully come out sooner rather than later! Maybe even this year???
At any rate, without further delay, here is a short excerpt from the novel and, like Jenelle, I’m cheating a bit just so that the scene has a little more context. I’m sharing 10 lines, though I actually wanted to share three more, so I did show some restraint…
“…There was a boy who wanted it…a very strange boy.”
He motioned for Aisha to bring one of the pieces of apple to her mother and she dutifully skipped over and handed her two slices about the size of her thumb, all the while mashing her own tiny bit over and over again to get all the sweetness out of it she could.
“Oh, really, how so?” asked Bethany as she bit into her piece. Both girls made pleasant sounds as they downed the unexpected treat. Aisha even did a little dance, traipsing about the table, her last slice of apple held high and triumphant like a trophy.
He told Bethany about the colors on the boy’s hand when he’d taken off the glove and how he’d run away when Roderick had asked about them.
“That is strange,” his wife remarked. “Perhaps he was playing with dyes or something.”
“No, the pattern was perfect—no child could have made it. It would have been quite beautiful, in a way, if it had not been so strange.”
I hope you enjoyed this little snippet. Look for more about this story soon!
Be sure to check out Jenelle’s excerpt from her upcoming short story, The Stone Curse, a retelling of The Beauty and the Beast. I’m really excited about this one!
Going out the door, I’ll nominate Fiona, Laura, Abbey, Deborah, Joshua, William, and Jeanette.