Here are the rules:
1. Go to page 77 (or 7th) of your current ms
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next 7 lines - sentences or paragraphs - and post them as they're written. No cheating.
4. Tag 7 other authors. No cheating.
So here's where it gets weird for me. I'm writing Redemption, Three's Allowed, Book 4 and editing Highland Pull, book 2 of the Highland Destiny Series. Take your pick...
Redemption, Page 7 (paragraphs): “What? Oh no, I’m not hurt. It’s just…there was a mix up. They thought we cancelled our reservation when….” She shook her head and then took a deep breath. Speaking quickly, she said, “They gave away our reservation. Of course, now all the cabins and dorms are booked. The campground is full. I’m not sure what we’re going to do…” she trailed off. Her gaze drifted back in the direction of the river.
“Uriah thought we could wait until some of the campers arrive later and then see if someone was willing to share a space. We do have a back county permit, but it’s not valid until Wednesday. We have to…have to— It’s just….” She trailed off, looking more lost than ever. Tears welled again and threatened to spill.
There was no conscious thought process. They were at Phantom Ranch, at the end of a nine-mile hike, at the bottom of the Grand Canyon. The temperature was at least twenty degrees hotter than it had been at the top, and he knew it would soar to close to one hundred and twenty degrees before the afternoon heat was finished with them. Why in the hell hadn’t her idiot of a husband confirmed their reservation before they left the rim? The cabins were booked more than a year in advance.
Not that he’d actually waited that long himself and wasn’t that the irony of the situation? Being the assistant soccer coach over the summer had netted him at least one benefit. His friend Nan had put him on the waiting list for a cabin shortly after he’d stitched up her son’s foot after a soccer mishap. When they’d gotten a last minute cancellation, his name had been at the top of the list. Now he was faced with the couple whose room reservation had been cancelled. Sharing was the only decent thing to do.
“It’s just the two of you, right? I‘ve got this handled, no problem,” he said. “You’ll stay in my cabin.”
“Look, I know we don’t know each other, but I’ve worked at the clinic here in the park all summer. The rangers can vouch for me. And you can give them your names to keep on file. That gives us each a little bit of protection, just in case you’re a homicidal axe murderess.” He glared down at her, made his mouth a frown. “You’re not, are you? An axe murderess, I mean. You don’t look like a killer, but God knows, I couldn’t run away from a tortoise right about now.”
Highland Pull, page 77 (Sentences:
By Danu, he’d gotten a deal for this exchange, if she proved to be fertile.
He had hated the thought of marrying for the sole purpose of creating heirs, but if the family line was to continue, it was now up to him. It was a bitter thought. His elder brother, the Laird and Clan Chief, had been lost at sea, two months past when his ship had failed to return. Gabhran, as younger brother had been free from the burden of managing the estates, had never concerned himself with thoughts of succession or progeny.
Gabhran had always assumed his brother would live to a ripe old age, have many children, and pass the title to his eldest son. ‘Twas how it should have happened, would have happened if Robert the Bruce had not summoned his brother to travel to some neighboring countries in an effort to elicit support for the Scots in their fight for freedom.
Yeah...that's awkward, lol!