i thought i would be a sheeple today:

Turn to page 123 in your work-in-progress. Count down four sentences and then instead of just the fifth sentence, give us the whole paragraph.
Lewis opened the box with perfectly deft fingers. For all he had been through, not a nerve in his body seemed rattled. Inside the box was a hard little block of what looked like solidified molasses. He held it up to me, puzzled.
yeah, not too exciting. but that's what came up. the "solidified molasses" is bow rosin. they're going through the effects of the dead men in their company and this belonged to Ed Alexander, the fiddle player who Lewis shoots in the first chapter of the book.



rosin is pretty and smells goooood.

: D

p.s. happy "pi" day, all.

From: [identity profile] lanyn.livejournal.com


Ooh! cool. "solidified molasses" is a neat description. Sort of does sum up what it looks like. :-D

From: [identity profile] bachsoprano.livejournal.com


I used to play cello when I was a kid, and I loved, loved, loved bow resin - especially when I got a brand new one because the colour was so wonderful! And the smell! *sigh*

Yay for sharing a snippet! :) I agree with what you wrote to [livejournal.com profile] lanyn - these writing memes are fun and good for us too, I think...

From: [identity profile] almond-tiger.livejournal.com


“Samantha Munro,” I said. Despite the average number of business and friendly numbers programmed into my SIM card, and all the cover-story reaffirming agents they connected to, there were very few people who would actually call my prop phone on this case. If I was being honest with myself, there was really only one.

Hmm.. Not very interesting, I think. :)
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