the “look” challenge

My bestie and writing partner Justine Dee told me about this blog challenge: Take your current manuscript and find the first instance of the word “look”. Then post the surrounding paragraphs as an excerpt of the book on your blog. Lastly, tag five more blogging authors who you think would be a good choice for the game.

If I can figure out how to tag people, I’ll try to send this to the professionals I know and see if they’ll give us some teasers. 

And, as luck would have it (I’m being sarcastic), the first instance of “look” in the story I’m working on is right smack dab in the prologue. Guess this is as good a time as any to find out if it’s a strong enough one to make people read it! (Oh, and it’s in first draft mode, so I apologize for any issues you might catch.)


“Daniel, she’s just a little girl!” Lisa Knight was begging her husband to calm down, to think before he reacted. She didn’t blame him, she was just as upset and frightened as he was, but they had to be rational. “I don’t know what you’re going to tell Larry, make something up for god’s sake. You know people would rather brush something off as a mystery than believe anything unnatural could happen.”

“She went too far, Lisa! Spring needs to learn to keep her mouth shut or we’re not going to be able to let her out of the house anymore. People are noticing, she’s too different for them not to. I don’t know what we’re going to do.” Daniel was on the verge of ripping his hair out. He wasn’t sleeping, was losing his appetite. He was going to lose his job, and all because Spring had wanted to see where he worked. She’d walked with him into Larry’s office and stared intently at the spider plant hanging near the window for a few minutes. Then she’d calmly looked at the man, her tiny hand still in Daniel’s grasp, and announced that Larry must have many wives with all the women he was kissing in his office. Larry had turned crimson with rage after the first moments of shock, and Daniel had fled with Spring in tow. She’d been in tears by the time they’d gotten home, the message firmly driven into her that she could not keep doing that. Now she was in the back yard under her favorite tree, sitting alone on the swing as she spoke to god knew who.

“At least you have your vacation. We can go away for a few days and this will all blow over. You’ll see, it will be fine. I love you Danny.” Lisa said softly, her hand on his cheek, turning his eyes back to her.

“I love you too,” Danny said, full of reservations about the strange little girl who’d been born to them.



  1. September 15, 2012 at 8:48 pm

    Oooh! Sounds interesting!

  2. writerinplay said,

    September 19, 2012 at 10:22 pm

    Reblogged this on Raven Women of the Muse.

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