Lucky Me(me)

Both Nick and Julie tagged me for the Lucky 7 Meme. Thanks, guys! I've never done this one before so here goes . . .

Lucky 7 Meme Rules:

1. Go to page 77 of your current manuscript.
2. Go to line 7.
3. Copy the next 7 lines (sentences or paragraphs) and post them as they're written.  No cheating!
4. Tag 7 other writers to pass this meme on to. (I'll leave this up to you all - feel free to tag yourself if you'd like to give it a try!)

Well, since I'm being a Camp NaNo Rebel, I shook this up a bit. I went to Page 7, Line 7 of my WiP - an untitled, YA Horror novel - and included the next bunch of lines, stopping where it made some sort of sense. It's very rough - so rough, this excerpt is still in first person POV when I've since switched to third person POV - but I hope you enjoy the glimpse into this Camp NaNo mess I'm currently wallowing in . . . 

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“But why, Judy? Why would someone do that? What would be the point?” Dad sighs. He rubs his hand over his head, mussing his sandy going to gray hair. He needs a haircut. 


“I have absolutely no idea. How do I know what goes on in the mind of a crazy person?”

“But what if the person who called isn’t crazy? What if they’re not joking? What if Nana Helen really is alive?” Jake bounces in his seat. “It’s like a real life mystery.” When Jake grows up, he wanted to be either an elephant trainer or a detective. I figure he has a better chance coming across cases to solve than elephants that need training.

“Why would she pretend to be dead all these years?” Mom shakes her head, sending her short bedraggled curls to jigging. As annoyed as she is about this trip, I know how much she loves a good mystery. The bookshelves at home are stacked with them. “…I mean, sure sometimes you two drive me crazy and I want to run away but still…” She elbows Jake, who keels over, pretending it hurts. She catches my eye in the mirror, gives me a wink. 

I pretend not to see it.          

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