I’ve been sadly remiss over the past few weeks. I’ve been tagged for various blogging awards and games that I haven’t responded to. My mother, who was very much a lady, would be horrified. Rudeness wasn’t tolerated in our home and ignoring an invitation or award for anything is unpardonably rude. My only excuse is that I’ve been a little dizzy lately and Dramamine is not conducive to creativity and clear-headed thinking.
I’ve been tagged for The Look Challenge by fellow writer and blogger Karen Einsel @ http://differentcornersinmylife.blogspot.com/ and I have decided to tackle that one first. It looks like fun and gives us writers the opportunity to do a little shameless promoting of our manuscripts while we’re at it. Here’s the way it works: You take your current manuscript and find the first instance of the word “look”. Then you post the surrounding paragraphs as an excerpt of the book on your blog. Lastly, you tag five more blogging authors who you think might be a good choice for the game.
An excerpt from The Tattooed Angel… A Time Travel
He stared into the fire. “Her wounds… You’re certain they came from her fall?”
“Her wounds are not Christopher’s handiwork,” she said. “He’s still in Newgate. They would not set him free. But even if they had, her injuries were caused by branches and stones. There were many cuts, some deep, but no knife wounds. I’ve seen enough to know. They have a different look about them.”
He ran his palm over the dark stubble of his chin. “And she will recover?”
The old woman shrugged. “Her chances are good though I’ll make no promises. I applied a poultice to her wounds, but if infection sets in she could well take a turn for the worse. The heavy breeches she wore gave her some protection though the one side was in tatters.
“Her clothing was.” Unable to come up with the right word he waved his hand in the air. “Most peculiar.”
She chuckled. “Aye. That it was. And that’s not the half of it. I cut the breeches from her but later discovered there was a metal device with a tab at the waist that when lowered, widened the waist enough to pull them off. Though drenched as she was, it would have been a struggle. The same mechanism was on the pouch she wore around her waist. I found it most intriguing.
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The five authors I hope will participate are
Drop by tomorrow and we’ll Light Up the Blogosphere!