7-7-7 Meme

[lizvogel]

(As picked up from the time-sink that is the Network page) The rules are as follows: Go to page 7 of your WIP, go to the seventh line, and share seven sentences. Then tag 7 people who you know will see this to do the same.

So I pulled up Lightning Strikes Twice and went to page 7, and of course the seventh line is a bracket-note about something I have to go back and fill in later. ;-P

However, skipping down to the seventh line of actual text nets this:

"DeAugustine, are you listening?" the sphere inquired with surprising acerbity for such a small device.

"Hanging on every syllable, I assure you," Aubrey replied, his arm still at full extension to keep the tiny digital voice as far from their ears as possible.

"I'm not doing this for my health, you know. For yours, if anything. You might at least try to pay attention."

"I am riveted with fascination."

The device emitted something very like a snort of disbelief, and Kearsley pictured some poor analyst, trapped in a windowless office waiting for operatives to pick up their devices so he or she could recite briefings that they weren't going to attend to anyway.

I do love Aubrey. And Kearsley, for that matter. And this whole universe, really.


If you're reading this, you may consider yourself tagged.

Comments

[duskpeterson]

(*Mumbles about memes created by writers who assume nobody's manuscript is created in plain text.*)

Okay, fine. I used wordcount to guesstimate it. And now I'm going to break the rules again, because I don't want to spoiler my readers. Just you. :)

* * *

Closer to the entrance was a trestle table that stood upright. Upon that table stood a man. In his right hand was a sword. In his left hand was a flaming oil lamp, ready to pour upon the heads of his enemies. Immediately in front of his boot was a filled ink-pot, ready to kick in their faces.

Xylon had the same feeling he always had when confronting the Commander: of being entirely out of his depth with a man who had a genius for military strategy. How narrow a time had the Commander possessed in which to make his defensive plans? Probably no more than two indrawn breaths.

* * *

Oo, eight sentences. I'm the rule-breaker today.

(Love your excerpt. Totally intriguing.)

[lizvogel]

(I figure "page 7" is an approximation anyway. Page 7 in what font? Single- or double-spaced? You and whose army? etc.)

I like that man's approach to tactics! I don't envy anybody trying to take him out.

(Thx!)