Mar 31, 2012

Tagged in The Lucky Seven Game

I've been tagged (*sniff*).

It’s called The Lucky Seven Game, and it’s basically a game of writer tag. If you’re tagged, you're supposed to do the following:
  • Go to page 7 or 77 in your current manuscript
  • Go to line 7
  • Copy down the next seven lines/sentences as they are – no cheating
  • Tag 7 other authors
  • *New Rule* If tagged you come back post a comment here to lead others to your post.

I was tagged by the awesome Sue London. You can read her blog (including her post) here.

However, I'm going to change up the rules a bit and add my own. You'll notice at the end of this I don't have anyone else tagged (at least not yet). This is mainly because the majority of authors I know are participating in the awesome A-Z Blog Challenge and I have a feeling that if I list them here and give them even more to do, well they'll probably just beat me to a pulp. Since I prefer myself unbeaten, I'll do things a little different.

I'm making tagging an optional thing. Here's the deal: if you'd like to participate, leave me a comment below with your blog link, your post, and the name of your book. When I see it, I'll list you below (in nice bold letters :) and share some linking love with your latest work.

Now to my entry:

Except from BIGFOOT HUNTERS: (more teasers here)
Horror/Adventure. This is the scene following where our unlucky characters meet the big furry antagonist for the first time. And you thought it was annoying when those random roofing companies knocked on your door.

Great! That’ll probably be just slightly more effective than thinking bad thoughts at it, but any port in a storm, he mused as Greg took up a defensive post on the opposite side of the window as Harrison.

“There’s no backdoor!” Allison cried out to them.

“Of course not,” sighed Harrison as he waited to see what the creature would do next. “Greg, don’t get too close to the window!”

He was a second too slow in his warning. The beast’s still bleeding arm shot through again. Greg managed to sink the axe into its massive bicep, but not before its grasping hand closed on his shoulder.

Oh noes! Poor Greg! What happens next? Well that would be spoiling things...

(insert yours here!)

1 comment:

Crazy Life of a Writing Mom said...

This is gonna be good!!! I LOVE the excerpt :0)