I had work today so couldn’t blog about this. However, I’m not driving any longer so I can say…
YAY! I am one of the winners of #pg70pit on twitter! (Hosted by Lara Willard)
Basically, you take 259 words from either your page 69, 70, or a combination of the two. I did, and was one of the winners! The contest was based solely on the voice of your words, and that means so much to me. I love my book, and I love its voice. It’s awesome to have that bit of validation to see me through more words, chapters, and hopefully books.
You guys should check out the other winners, along with mine, located here!
My winning entry was this:
“How you doing?” I try to make the words sound breathless, since Sara’s already having trouble catching her breath. She’s in good shape—for someone who doesn’t do anything even remotely like working out. Nancy always said Sara had a metabolism Richard Simmons would kill for. After googling Richard Simmons, I figured the guy would kill for anything. Or just for fun.
“I — am — fine.”
“Try breathing through your nose,” I suggest.
“Leave — me — alone,” she huffs, “Or — you’ll — breathe — through — your — ass.”
I turn away to hide my grin. Before long, twenty minutes have passed, and even I’m starting to feel the familiar ache in my side. My left foot is numb — these aren’t my running shoes — but I keep silent, not about to reveal yet another weakness to Dimitri. Besides, Sara can’t last much longer and will probably demand a break. I hate to use her like that, but oh well.
The light on the dark horizon has grown brighter. The light probably belongs to Texico, New Mexico, which means we’ve only run about three miles. Doing some quick calculating in my head, I realize it’ll take us almost two hours to get to Clovis.
I’m not going to make it.
Maybe Dimitri will steal a car. I’m not usually one for condoning criminal activities, but right about now I’d do a Richard Simmons to get a set of wheels. The killing thing, not dancing around in tights and headbands.
“Okay,” Sara says, stopping and bending over, hands on her knees and body heaving.
Word Count: 100k
Genre: Urban Fantasy
7-word description for your MC: Lost Memories, Monster Calling, Fighting within.