Draft1 is still coming along. I feel like I've been on this last section now for weeks (which I have). I'm hoping for just a few more really productive sessions to get it totally finished, because then I get to move on to getting Slave Again published! *fingers crossed*
In honor 7/17, here are 17 sentences from Draft1. (Yeah, I've really got to work some more on that title...)
Bars rattled. Boots stomped to the distance. Gentle steps, soft as the spring breeze, tiptoed toward him. A hallucination, but a beautiful one. She sat down near him and cradled his head in her lap. He tried to lift his finger, but it was too heavy. He pried his eyes open. An angel?
“I’m sorry to hear you’ve been sick.” The voice was beautiful as a ray of heavenly glory, but there was something about it that still tied him to this earth. He swallowed once. He had to focus.
She adjusted the flashlight in her hand, and in that split second, everything was clear. He saw her face, watched the surprise replace the serene smile, then the horror chase away the shock. She gasped and whispered his name. She leaned down over him, her tears splashing onto his face, reviving him, awakening his spirit that had been so ready to rest, reminding him for the first time in weeks just how badly he wanted to live.
Oh, sweet and merciful Jesus, he wanted to live.
Blog Love: Huge thanks to K L Schwengel for hosting the WIPpet Wednesday blog hop, where authors post snippets from the current Works In Progress.