I love questionnaires, I love quizzes, I love the “how many countries have you visited/weird foods have you eaten?” I am a market researcher’s wet dream and we are not talking my body here. So it is no surprise that I am a sucker for blog tags too. That is until I realised this one was asking me to post a random excerpt of my writing. Hah, you think, stupid woman, you have a bloody great link to the same. Ah, I reply, but this will be out of context, there will be no preamble so loved by Victorian authors; no family tree on the inside cover to which you can refer when you can’t remember whether Troy is Margarite’s nephew or philandering brother. No you are about to get a stray paragraph. I hope you enjoy it, I will have sweated both blood and tears writing it!
The unstoppable Jackie Buxton has tagged me in Lucky Seven. Check her out at http://jackiebuxton.blogspot.co.uk/ . Glass Houses is currently out on tour looking for an agent, it won’t be a long trip 🙂
The deal is as follows:
- Go to page 7 or 77 in your current manuscript
- Go to line 7
- Post on your blog the next 7 lines, or sentences, as they are – no cheating!
- Tag 7 other authors to do the same
So here, and with no preamble at all, are the seven sentences from line seven on page seven of The Dorothy Summer. I promise the age was pure coincidence.
There was a brief hiatus when I was about seven when she settled down in Brighton with a chap who wrote Biology text books. Settle down is perhaps a bit of an exaggeration. I was forbidden to visit and there were murmured conversations about the kind of “parties” she and Cyril held. But like everything else, that too ended in tears. Dorothy was incapable of sticking at anything, jobs or boyfriends, they all had a very limited lifespan and their death was always celebrated or commiserated at our house. While my friends had grandparents or cousins come to visit for their allotted ten days over Christmas or the summer, we had Dorothy arrive for an indeterminate time. She came with drama, frequently with tears and almost never when my father was home.
And now I hand you over to:
Nicola Vincent Abnett http://www.nicolavincent-abnett.com/
Jake Barton http://jakebarton.wordpress.com
Sandie Zand http://sandiezand.blogspot.com
Anna Sugden http://annasugdon.com
Victoria Morley http://thethinkling.blogspot.co.uk/
Seymour Jacklin http://seymourjacklin.co.uk/
Caroline Smailes http://www.carolinesmailes.co.uk/