Showing posts with label Lucky 7. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lucky 7. Show all posts

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Lucky me, lucky Weezie


I am so excited about this! I saw the Lucky Seven meme floating around Facebook yesterday and was wish-wish-wishing that somebody would tag me because I have been dying to show off a little bit of my book! 

Imagine my complete joy this morning seeing that Helen Howell had tagged me! You must pop over and see Helen's Lucky Seven, by the way. I've been helping her with some editing and I adore her novella, 'Jumping at Shadows.'

Here’s the rules:

1. Go to page 77 in your current manuscript
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next seven lines as they are – no cheating
4. Tag 7 other authors (do it on Facebook)

Here’s my lucky seven. This is taken from my novel, my work in progress, the bane of my existence and my sweet, sweet love. I'm calling it Weezie Polk's Man Lessons and it's about a middle-aged woman with a cheating husband and a sense of humour who loses everything but gains a night in jail and a new perspective on life. Sounds familiar, right? It's based on my own story only it's more exciting and less pathetic. When it happened to me I was surprised how many so-called decent women become tangled up with the law and lose their children, their homes and their stature in society. I wanted to warn women to stay away from the emotional pitfalls that can swallow them whole in the chaos of marital separation. 

I also wanted to tell my story. It started as mine but Weezie has taken a life of her own and now the story is all hers. I love that woman. She's everything I want to be. Fierce and hopeless all at the same time. Imperfect in every way. So, thanks Helen! You don't know how much I appreciate this tag.

Anyway, here's my girl, who's in the midst of laying down the law to her cheating husband:

“The minute there’s any tension in this house, you’re gone. And no talking to that woman, either. Oh, and you’re sleeping in the basement.” 
Butch smiled. A tiny, tired smile. “I figured,” he said. “Thank you, Weezie. I’m sorry about all this. I am, you know. Sorrier than you know. You married yourself a real asshole.” 
Weezie ignored the apology. 
“No tension,” she repeated. “I mean it.” 
And then she invited the vampire into her house. 
Now, to tag seven authors: Lou Freshwater, Mark Kerstetter, Laurita Miller, Dawn, Paula, Linda and Sasha. The last four names are the ladies of my writer's group and I love them silly. None of them blog but all of them have stunning works in progress that I get to listen to every two weeks.

Thanks again, Helen!