A Saturday post!
Well, not only has the lovely Tiffany White honored my with a Liebster award, but she also tagged me in the 7 Meme that is going around. (That makes it sound a little like a disease. Totally unintentional. Ahem.)
So, why am I responding on a Saturday?
Because, I am a chicken. As a matter of fact, a huge impetus in starting the “Tell Me a Story” series is to get over my fear of letting others read my fiction.
I am getting over it, obviously, but I still need some work in that department. You think all those posts on believing in yourself were just for YOU? Ha.
By posting on Saturday, I am, perhaps, hoping for fewer readers to notice this post.
A writer who doesn’t want readers. I rule.
Anyhoooo…if you are unfamiliar with this particular meme, here is how it goes:
1. Go to page 77 of your current MS.
2. Go to line 7.
3. Copy down the next 7 lines (sentences or paragraphs) and post them as they’re written.
4. Tag 7 writers and let them know.
I am going to be a good girl and do as it says, except for step 4. Instead of tagging 7 people, I leave it up to you, dear readers, whether or not you would like to participate. If you do, then be sure to link me so I can go read what you wrote. If you want to join in, but you haven’t hit the 77th page yet, use the 7th page.
Don’t leave me out here all alone!
Ok. Enough of that. Tiffany, only because you asked nicely…
“You know I’m with you either way. I’ll cheer you on, or put sugar in his gas tank. Just say the word.”
Her hand was on mine, squeezing it in solidarity. Dee meant what she said. I could have asked her to light his car on fire and she’d do it.
I squeezed back, “I know. When I figure it all out, you’ll be the first to know. So, enough about my night, how about yours?”
Dee lit up as she recounted every detail of the evening. Telling me about her date, she could just as easily be describing a scene from an old film; romantic, ending with a passionate, but gentlemanly kiss goodnight. Harrison didn’t seem to misstep once, even commenting on how her dress brought out her eyes. She took a breath, then for a moment her face fell.
”I just don’t feel right, gushing like this after the night you had.”
”It’s ok. Gush all you like. You deserve a gush-worthy date. You deserve lots of gush worthy dates. Harrison sounds amazing.”
Annnnnnnnnnnnd, that’s it for now folks. Want to read more of my fiction while I sit here quaking in my boots? Be sure to follow the Tell Me a Story series, every Thursday.
That’s right. I know how to segue.