It’s been a while since I’ve seen this game making the rounds, so I was pleasantly surprised when a friend tagged me last week with the newest version. The criteria this time: Post the first seven lines of your current wip. Yes, that would be the dreaded hook. But, what better way to test an opening out to see how it goes over? Isn’t it better to know before you send your baby out into the world?
I gotta be honest here, this game’s a lot of fun! So, here’s what I’m going to do today. I know that my fellow December SFRB Showcase authors will read this, and I challenge each of you—yes, you Veronica Scott, Eva Caye, Aurora Springer, and Ed Hoornaert—to post the opening seven lines from your current wip in the comments! I further challenge any other writers reading this to do the same. Yeah, no one is safe here. Mwahahaha! Even the readers have to do something...enjoy! (Okay, yes, the readers get off easy, this time.)
To be fair, I have posted my first seven lines of Collision, Book Three of the Prophecy Series here:
This is stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Flora Grace MacDonald Bock ground her teeth together, and bunched the skirt of her sundress in her fists. She didn’t want to stand in the hot sun with her adoptive parents, brother, sister, and countless dignitaries from Terr and Matir—and the entire town of New Damon Beach. She didn’t want to smile and be polite. And she definitely did not want to give a warm, New Damon Beach style welcome to the first ever Anferthian ambassador to Earth.
But since when did a ten-year-old’s opinion on politics matter?
Can’t wait to see what you all post!
When she not busy writing, she’s hanging out with her wonderful hubby of twenty-seven years, their five kids (aka, the nerd herd), and a large Doberman mix who thinks she’s one of the “kids”.