This is 2016’s final 7th on 7th, where I take a blog subscriber’s seventh page and show you how I’d improve it for the upcoming #pg70pit contest. See the #70pit16 contest schedule here. See more about how to enter the contest here.
In the first 7th on 7th, I talked about wordiness, breath units, and cleverness.
Page 7: MG contemporary (first person)
Winning Entry: YA romantic fantasy (third person, two POVs) Continue reading
For 7th on 7th, I take a blog subscriber’s seventh page and show you how I’d improve it for the upcoming #pg70pit contest. See the #70pit16 contest schedule here.
THE ORIGINAL PAGE
– his musculature hugging them. He could be a model for the cover of GQ or Men’s Health. I felt my eyelashes fluttering involuntarily – was I batting my eyes flirtatiously, or just trying to focus? And then our eyes met…and locked. I could have sworn his eyes changed colors like a mood ring. It felt like we had gone through eternity together. I felt the strongest connection between this stranger (and yet not a stranger) and me. Then he lowered his eyes quickly and stated, “Walking and texting can kill you. I apologize. It’s just dangerous…you could’ve run into that door,” he smirked.
This is 2016’s second 7th on 7th, where I take a blog subscriber’s seventh page and show you how I’d improve it for the upcoming #pg70pit contest. See the #70pit16 contest schedule here. See more about how to enter the contest here.
Check out the first 7th on 7th, in which I talk about wordiness, breath units, and cleverness.
THE ORIGINAL PAGE
[Adult Literary Horror]
The backpack’s been emptied every time I shop, but I go through it again, and then the sturdy dressers. Finally I pull the suitcase from underneath the bed. It’s still heavy with stuff that I apparently hadn’t unpacked. Continue reading
This is 2016’s first 7th on 7th! Where I take a blog subscriber’s seventh page and show you how I’d improve it for the upcoming #pg70pit contest. See the #70pit16 contest schedule here. See more about how to enter the contest here.
THE ORIGINAL PAGE
“Got ya!” Zane snarled. I saw a hand grab Arlo’s arm, so I took a giant step backward. “Hey!” Arlo squeaked. I heard his pack hit the pavement before the door closed.
You might be wondering why I didn’t rush to the aid of my best friend. The simple truth is, I couldn’t. I wanted to, but my feet were stuck to the floor. I could move neither backward nor forward. It was the darndest thing. Continue reading
Lara Willard 