THE LUCKY SEVEN!

My friend Efthalia has bestowed a tag on me in her fun post, “The Lucky Seven.”

The challenge: Post seven lines from an unpublished work of fiction.

My current WIP Fast Forward is a humorous women’s fiction story, centred around aspiring supermodel Kelli Crawford who wakes on her twenty-fifth birthday to find she’s a fifty year old housewife married to the high school nerd. In this scene she is meeting her husband for the first time, having just discovered her unfortunate reflection in the mirror.

The Golden Rules:

  • Go to page 7 or 77 in your current manuscript
  • Go to line 7
  • Post on your blog or Facebook page the next 7 lines, or sentences, as they are – no cheating
  • Tag 7 other authors to do the same

Extract: FAST FORWARD, Page 7, line 7:

“Okay, okay. I just wanted to make sure you were alright. And wish my wife a happy birthday of course.” He leaned in for a kiss but I pushed him off, horror overtaking me.

Wife? I’m not his wife, and he’s certainly not my husband! Grant is supposed to be my husband. Well, after tonight’s inevitable proposal that is. Oh God, tonight! My birthday party. I can’t go looking like this!

A high-pitched jingling sound interrupted my thoughts and the man made a strange movement; pinching his watch with his thumb and forefinger and appearing to pull some invisible strand to his ear.

 

© Juliet Madison 2012.

 

And the seven lucky nominees are –

Alli Sinclair

Diane Curran

Susan Child

Jenn J Mcleod

Imelda Evans

Kez Ptolemy

Nicola Marsh

I look forward to reading your seven lines if you choose to participate!

Don’t forget to post it in my comments then on your own blog with your seven lucky choices. 🙂

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About Juliet Madison

Humorous & Heartwarming Fiction ~ Experience the magic of life and love...

Posted on June 13, 2012, in Excerpts, General and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 15 Comments.

  1. Oh and by the way, it looks like more than 7 lines on the blog post above, but was 7 lines in my wip document 😉

  2. Absolutely love it! You are so good at this writing bizo!!

  3. Here’s mine. I popped it on my FB page:

    LUNA TANGO:
    Is a story about three generations of women and their turbulent relationship with the tango and the men involved with it.

    This scene is when the protagonist, Gabby McNelly is worried she’ll be recognized as the estranged daughter of La Gringa Magnifica. Her mother deserted Gabby twenty years prior and Gabby has no intention of tracking her down.

    Page 77, line 7

    And she sucked at lying. The minute fiction fell from her mouth, her left eye twitched like she’d been electrocuted. “It is your eyes.”
    “What?” she asked, knowing full well what he meant.
    “Your eyes, they look like those of La Gringa Magnifica.” Diego gave an assertive nod.
    “No, I do not see it,” said Gualberto.
    “I do not, either. All gringas look the same, do they not?” Carlos burst out laughing and the other men joined in.

  4. Love it Juliet!

    Alli, love yours too!

    Now you girls have got me wanting more.

    Smiles
    Effie

  5. tashaseegmiller

    I just found your blog – so happy! I’m a new writer of Women’s Lit and up to this point, most of my online contacts are more into the speculative fiction, lots of YA and MG. Glad to have found you – new follower 🙂

  6. Loved your excerpt, Juliet! It sounds like a great story concept.

    Here are my 7 lines from page 7 (in my word document) of one of my current works in progress.

    Holly, my protagonist, who has been having a lousy time in love, has taken off, on a very rainy night, to drown her sorrows at a craft weekend with the girls. On the way, she comes across a mysterious damsel in distress and rescues her. In my excerpt, they have just arrived at the home of the craft weekend hostess, whom Holly doesn’t know…

    I didn’t mind too much. I’m a soprano. For me, Making An Entrance is almost mandatory. But Claudia seemed to be taking it hard. She wasn’t crying, but she was a scary, off-white colour and if she had been shaking any harder, we would have been able to measure her on the Richter scale. She was scattering droplets of water all over the terracotta tiles like a Labrador just in from a swim. I, being larger and slightly less shivery, was just dripping a steady puddle at my feet, but between us, we had stopped conversation dead.

    Fortunately, our hostess was of the old-school, unflappable kind.

    And it’s over at my blog, too!

    Thanks for tagging me – it was fun.

  7. I love the sound of your WIP! What a fun storyline to work with 🙂

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