This one's for all you writers in the crowd...

Here's what I want to post today! (Because I refuse to let my wild-at-heart blog be shackled by boundaries and laws !  (Except the law that a Silexari half-week shan't past without the blog seeing a new post) ) 

I know this has been done a thousand times... But I've only participated in it once and since then, my WIP changed drastically.

If you would like to participate, do so in the form of a comment below.

If you don't have a WIP, feel free to make something up, I don't care! 

My blog knows no limits!  

IT'S CRAZY!!

*crack wears off*

Ok here goes. 

1. Go to the seventh or seventy-seventh page of your current WIP.
2. Count down seven lines.
3. Copy the seven sentences that follow and post them on your blog (or as a comment here).

For the sake of clarity, I'm listing title and genre. 

A Sawmill's Hope / Fantasy


 

Darke’s thoughts were consumed with adventuring and he slept very little.  Judging from Brandal’s endless huffing and tossing about he was equally restless.

Darke rose early in the morning and shook Brandal, who lay in a tangle on his cot against the wall.  He insisted they leave quickly and quietly, as they were taking Jaek’s favorite horse for Aedron and a conspicuous amount of food, supplies and weapons.  They were leaving plenty of horses for what labor the farm demanded but Darke didn’t want to appear to be taking yet another hunting vacation in the midst of this crisis.  He especially didn’t want to try explaining to his father that their fate rested on a bizarre arrangement made with a stranger to catch a mythical beast.

          They dressed quickly, donned their packs and climbed out Darke’s window into the front yard.



I love posting excerpts.  I may dedicate some future blogs to just that.

Respondez, por favor, and give me something of yours to read!