My friend, Diana Douglas, tagged me in this writer’s challenge. I should mention that another friend, Karen Einsel, tagged Diana. So, on it goes. When you’re done here, please go take a look at their amazing excerpts!
I know, I said I wasn’t going to get distracted from my writing until Halloween, BUT this looked like fun and it only took about as long as it took to eat my lunch.
Here’s the way it works: You take your current manuscript and find the first instance of the word “look”. Then you post the surrounding paragraphs as an excerpt of the book on your blog. Lastly, you tag five more blogging authors who you think might be a good choice for the game.
Mrs. D. shuffles into my room, her curlers dangling more now. I’d been hoping a great idea would knock me over the head. Nothing. She sits down and wraps me up in her ample arms. After a moment, she holds me away and her moist eyes search mine. Mrs. D’s rosy, plump lips are downturned when she says, “How did you earn it, Eve? There must be hundreds of dollars there. What could you possibly have done to earn that kind of money?” Mrs. D. tilts my face to hers and strokes my cheek. “Tell me, bella. Tell me the truth.” How could I lie to this sweet woman?
I stall for time by standing to reset her curlers. Besides, I can’t look her in the eye as I tell her half-truths. I begin winding her deep auburn hair around and around the rods.
“Well, you know I’ve been working for Professor Mallory since I was twelve, when his wife died, so that I could earn money to continue my ballet lessons. Oh, I have to tell you what I accomplished in ballet today, Mrs. D. I can…”
“Eve, continue about the money, dear.”
I wound and unwound her hair around those curlers, thinking, thinking what to say.
“Eve”, said Mrs. D., a little more emphatically.
“So, Daddy expected to receive three dollars a week from the professor for my work.” I stalled out again. Come on brain, think.
“Go on, Eve.” Mrs. D. encouraged.
“Well, Professor Mallory thought he was supposed to pay Daddy five dollars a week and I didn’t correct him. You understand, I didn’t want to be disrespectful. So, I kept the extra two dollars for myself and saved it all these years.” The lies just spilled out of me like milk from a pitcher.
There you have it. Hope you enjoyed!
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What are you writing?
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