The Lucky 7 Meme – #AwardTime

Ok… I tried to stay under because I’m so busy working on my upcoming YA Fantasy novella, Death By Chocolate… But, my awesome friend Diana Murdock – please check her blog here – nominated me for a Lucky 7 Meme award! Thank you Diana!

Here are the rules:

1.  Go to page 77 of your current MS/WIP
2.  Go to line 7.
3.  Copy down the next 7 lines, sentences, or paragraphs, and post them
as they’re written.
4.  Tag 7 authors.
5.  Let them know.

Ok. So I think I’m going to paste an extract from my other WIP The Manicheans because I’m not on page 77 of Death by Chocolate. LOL

It’s really just a draft, and things will be moved around so please be kind. 🙂


“Why?” Ete was ready to strangle the young woman.

“I can’t.” Esperanza slammed the stall door shut. Ete’s rage instantly decupled.

“Esperanza, open this goddamn door! Immediately!”

“I don’t care what you say,” Esperanza responded.

When the ladies room door cracked open as somebody tried to enter, Ete stormed and asked for a minute in private with her mentee. The woman who badly needed to use the restroom reluctantly left. Ete checked the time. It was now 10:55 am. Shit. She had to get Esperanza out of this stall and get her into Nicolette’s office pronto, or her ass would be on the line.

The secretary took a deep breath and walked back to the locked door.

“Listen. Anger won’t solve whatever issue you’re having. So let’s talk like two adults. I’m not your enemy.” The door stayed shut. Ete suddenly heard suppressed sobs. “Open the door. Come on.” She pressed her ear against the door and heard more sobs. “Esperanza.”


Ok now to the nominees:

Matthew Wood

Tony Cowin

April Denton

Nathan Yocum

Vicky Keire

Michael Shean

Nina Post



Add Yours
  1. Nathan Yocum

    The Colorado King (Zona 2 MS)

    Lead was expecting this, some kind of demotion or expulsion when they found he was ill-suited for leadership.

    “Come with me.”

    Joseph led Lead to the base elevator. He produced a small silver key and twisted it into the numbers panel before pressing an unmarked button. The two traveled far under the mountain.

    “Our time is coming. I want to show you something.”

    The elevator doors opened into a dimly lit cavern. Metal cylinders and tubes formed intricate webs across dirt floors. Glass tubing ran from cylinder to cylinder. Each tube had been hand formed and altered to accommodate the stalactites.

    “I built this place,” Joseph said. “Thirteen years, just here.”

    “What is it?”

    “A fractional distillery.”

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