This fun activity came to my through my WANA112 group, Mike Schulenberg invented it and Laird Sapir tagged me. I’ve watched it spin through the WANA112 group like an infection. We can’t help ourselves. We want to share our writing–even if it is only 7 lines.
What is WANA112? Thought you would never ask. We’re a group brought together under Kristen Lamb who taught us how to have each others backs in the social networking world.
Since most of the WANA112 group has been tagged I’m tagging friends in another group I belong to, Grace and Fiction, where I’m sure it will be just as infectious.
These are the rules:
1. Go to page 77 of your current MS/WIP
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 authors, and let them know
Here’s mine from a WIP or work in progress in a book I have yet to title. AND I do mean work in progress, this is the messy, commas out of place, fresh writing.
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Her nose wrinkled and he knew why. The pigs. Their smell clung to everything. He set Sara Beth on the floor.
She wailed.
“Shh! Just for bit, while I help this lady.” He got on his knees and collected a few coins. Sarah Beth crawled up his leg and onto his back. He must look ridiculous crawling on his knees in the mercantile with a toddler riding him like a horse.
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I couldn’t use page 77 as I’m not that far in this WIP. So if your name is below you’ve been tagged. It’s okay if you don’t use page 77, Laird said so.
AND NOW FOR THE TAGGED!
Liz Tolsma
Valerie Comer
Robin Bayne
Elaine Stock
Matt Patterson
Amy Douglas
Mary Capagna Findley 
Ha… I thought I'd just pop on over & see what mischief you've been up to & me & my big curiosity
Don't know if I'm supposed to post this here but from my WIP:
I ran my tongue loose around my dry mouth in hope of stirring up words. Maggie beat me to it.
“Well, you don’t go worrying now.” Her eyes were scary-wide as if she’d seen her fate stamped across my forehead. “This is your son’s babe, not some guy’s I’d picked up on a one-night stand. Just what kind of woman do you think I am?”
Jack tugged Maggie closer to him. “Easy, darlin.’” He glanced into my eyes, then dropped his gaze fast as anything to the dirt driveway. “It’s the baby talking, Mama. Maggie’s been very cranky lately. She’s due in a couple of weeks.”
Very nice, Elaine. The deal is to put it on you blog with the rules and then tag 7 other authors. 🙂
Diana
Ooops. Well, since my own blog is tied up with my guests (who has room for me on my blog–LOL–I rather read about my fascinating guests!) I took a chance & “played” here. But, you like? Thanks.
Yes, I like. 🙂 Diana