Another meme
I'm behind on everything and I suck. I also have a deadline on a paper that I'm supposed to hand in next Thursday. So far, I've written about half of it. Naturally, I'm procrastinating by way of memes.
This one is stolen from all over the place:
1. Go to page 7 or 77 of your most recent WiP
2. Count seven lines down
3. Copy and paste the next seven lines of text
I picked two snippets, just because I can...
Page 7:
“I prefer to make up my own mind about people,” Leo said and carefully twisted the cap off his beer. “You’re a technopath, right? Is it just cellphones or do you do other stuff too?”
Nick did his best not to look surprised. He hadn’t expected this man to be part of the community. “Pretty much anything electronic,” he said, before he had time to stop the words from tumbling out of his mouth. Good job.
Page 77:
“That’s just what I don’t like!” Leo shouted after him.
Nick got dressed and checked his reflection in the full length mirror on the inside of his bedroom door. It had been a while since he’d had an opportunity to dress up and it felt good, like slipping back into a familiar old skin. If only the occasion had been a little less distasteful.
“You look good,” Leo said as he came out of the bedroom again, an appreciative look roaming over Nick’s body. “Can’t say I would’ve picked that color, but it suits you.”
Nick studied him with narrowed eyes, trying to figure out if there was a hidden meaning underneath the words, but Leo’s face held that open, honest look that belied no subterfuge.
This one is stolen from all over the place:
1. Go to page 7 or 77 of your most recent WiP
2. Count seven lines down
3. Copy and paste the next seven lines of text
I picked two snippets, just because I can...
Page 7:
“I prefer to make up my own mind about people,” Leo said and carefully twisted the cap off his beer. “You’re a technopath, right? Is it just cellphones or do you do other stuff too?”
Nick did his best not to look surprised. He hadn’t expected this man to be part of the community. “Pretty much anything electronic,” he said, before he had time to stop the words from tumbling out of his mouth. Good job.
Page 77:
“That’s just what I don’t like!” Leo shouted after him.
Nick got dressed and checked his reflection in the full length mirror on the inside of his bedroom door. It had been a while since he’d had an opportunity to dress up and it felt good, like slipping back into a familiar old skin. If only the occasion had been a little less distasteful.
“You look good,” Leo said as he came out of the bedroom again, an appreciative look roaming over Nick’s body. “Can’t say I would’ve picked that color, but it suits you.”
Nick studied him with narrowed eyes, trying to figure out if there was a hidden meaning underneath the words, but Leo’s face held that open, honest look that belied no subterfuge.