Sevens- Words from A Work In Progress

My friend Angie Cothran tagged me in this madness.  In which I must go to page 77 of my current manuscript, go to line 7, copy down the next 7 lines and post them as they are written.

I have not yet reached page 77 of my work in progress. The process for this particular novel has been painfully slow and, rather than punish myself, as I have been known to do, I’ve decided to embrace my snail pace.  So you get page 7.  You get the 7th line and the 7(-ish) lines paragraphs from there.

When I got to the page, when I set myself up to copy and paste and follow the rules, I was thrilled.  I didn’t expect to come across one of my favorite moments and I wanted to give you more of the exchange. So I won’t follow the rules or do as I’m told. Because it’s my blog.

            Anna  kicks up her laced boots next to the tea cup and I see a vase crash on screen, crushed flowers, a woman, on her hands and knees, sobbing while a door slams and I can’t bear the thought of watching anymore. “This is absolutely ridiculous.”
            “You’d care. If you watched all the time,” Anna says.
            “I can’t even stand to watch fifteen minutes.”
            “Well, Claire, if you knew these people the way I know these people, you’d realize how pivotal this scene really is.”
            “But only if I knew them.”
            “Right.”
            “The way you know them.”
            “Exactly.  You’d know that the flowers are forsythias.  Her favorite flowers.  The first of spring.  You’d know that she told him they were her favorite flowers the very first time they met. And you would know that he picked them.  Plucked them.  From the earth. After she told him about the brain tumor. While they danced in the rain.”
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5 thoughts on “Sevens- Words from A Work In Progress

  1. Oh, well done! (I especially like the part where you don't follow the rules!)

    In this scene, you make me wonder NOT about the characters on the screen, but the characters who are speaking. What does this scene mean to Anna? What does it mean to Claire?

    Because I get the feeling the significance is not in the forsythias plucked by a man for a woman with a brain tumor … it's in the people watching this scene play out on television.

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