Tag! I'm it!
I’ve been tagged! Lyn
Sofras selected me for the “LOOK.” To
read Lyn’s excerpt from her book, Killing
Jenna Crane, go to manicscribbler.blogspot.co.uk. Lyn’s excerpt is a doozy. I can hardly wait to read her new masterpiece.
All right, what does it mean to be designated for the LOOK?
Okay, here goes. In my latest work in progress, Sarah: Laney’s Angel, I’m to find the word look. Surely I didn’t use that word much, did I?
To my shock, yes—many times!
Are we limited in our vocabulary?
Not really, but most of us tend to use favorite words often.
The word “look” in the first chapter, but the excerpt here
is from Chapter Nineteen in my soon to be released book, Sarah: Laney’s Angel.
Remember, this is a work in progress, certain words and phrases may
change before publication.
In this scene, Sarah had descended to Earth to link Laney
Taylor with her boss, Cannon Carlson.
Laney believes business and pleasure don’t mix. Sarah’s assignment is to
change that notion, but Sarah is Sarah, and when she is involved, peculiar
things happen. For one thing, she
forgets that invisible angels can be heard, and if they pick up an object,
others can see the item float in the air.
In this nineteenth chapter, Sarah attends a party with
Cannon and Laney. As always, she is
hungry. Surely no one will notice a
missing lamb chop. Eating it should be
no problem.
The servers placed the first course—salad
before each guest. Trays waited nearby with the second course—tomato basil
soup.
Sarah floated above them and salivated from
the aroma of the delicious food.
So hungry. Maybe she could sneak a bite or two
when heads were turned. She drifted to the kitchen where the busy servers
arranged fare on platters.
After a quick glance around, she planted her
bare feet on the floor and selected a slice of lamb. Picking it up with her
fingers, she took a bite while she held the remaining chop between her thumb
and forefinger.
“What in da world?” A male server poked a
female attendant in the ribs. He stared at the meat as it danced in the air. He
had no idea an angel’s hand was causing the motion.
Sarah dropped the sliver of lamb back onto the
plate and dashed to the corner of the ceiling.
The female glared at her companion. “What’s wrong
with you?”
“I…I…I saw a…a…a lamb a floatin’ in da air. I
mean… a lamb chop done went and rose up. It was a movin and groovin’ in da
air.”
“You been at the champagne again? You know you
been warned ‘bout drinking on the job.”
“No, no, promise—nary touched a drop, but dat
meat done hung up in da air.”
The two examined the chop that Sarah had
dropped in her haste. A tiny bite was missing.
“Would ya look at dat? See? I told ya.
Something done went and ate on it.”
The female server shook her head. “What we can’t
‘splain, we don’t say.” She tossed the chop into the trash.
Now it’s my turn to tag five incredibly, talented writers. Let’s check in on them and see what they’ve
been writing.
Anne Green: AnneGreenAuthor.com
