Out of Context Theatre Presents
The "work-in-progess" meme, via robling_t:
1. Go to page 77 (or 7) of your current manuscript.
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next 7 lines - sentences or paragraphs - and post them as they’re written.
4. Encourage other people to do it!
I've got two current manuscripts...
"It's a strange sort of power," I murmured.
"This?" Jon hefted his compass.
I shook my head and swept my arm at the fair. "It's turned into a legend, one of the things that holds Chicago together. And it's beautiful. But these people would never have wanted a gay Jew taking such liberties here." I tried to avoid glancing sideways, checking his reaction.
And in the distant land of science fiction:
“Come on. Let’s go find a place to sit.” Ignoring the little breakfast nook right there in the kitchen, she led the kid back out to the main room.
Fortunately, her platform was one of the lower ones. “Can you climb?” she asked. He scrambled up the ladder. She balanced the plate on her head (cloud-aided) and followed him, then handed it over. He poked at it gingerly, and she added a belated fork.
In other news, I just spent two days at a workshop for people trying to build tricorders.
1. Go to page 77 (or 7) of your current manuscript.
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next 7 lines - sentences or paragraphs - and post them as they’re written.
4. Encourage other people to do it!
I've got two current manuscripts...
"It's a strange sort of power," I murmured.
"This?" Jon hefted his compass.
I shook my head and swept my arm at the fair. "It's turned into a legend, one of the things that holds Chicago together. And it's beautiful. But these people would never have wanted a gay Jew taking such liberties here." I tried to avoid glancing sideways, checking his reaction.
And in the distant land of science fiction:
“Come on. Let’s go find a place to sit.” Ignoring the little breakfast nook right there in the kitchen, she led the kid back out to the main room.
Fortunately, her platform was one of the lower ones. “Can you climb?” she asked. He scrambled up the ladder. She balanced the plate on her head (cloud-aided) and followed him, then handed it over. He poked at it gingerly, and she added a belated fork.
In other news, I just spent two days at a workshop for people trying to build tricorders.