I have written absolutely nothing this week, but today I pulled up one of my unfinished manuscripts to try and get something done on it. After ten minutes of wanting to stab myself in the eye because of all the passive voice, I gave up and just started highlighting all of the be, was, been, has and were’s. It is a little depressing. But, here are the last two lines from it:
His shoulders stiffened. “Lock this behind me when I leave.” Without another word, he left her alone.
“Well, Sam,” she looked at the puppy, “looks like it’s you and me against the world.”
As for what I am reading, I just finished Jodie Picoult’s My Sister’s Keeper. Wonderful, amazing book – made me cry like a baby. I won’t give you the last two lines, but here are a few that I liked. It is more than two again, but I’ve always been an overachiever.
“No,” I say automatically. “He’s a service dog.”
“Oh.” The woman straightens, pulls her son away. “But you aren’t blind.”
I’m epileptic, and this is my seizure dog. I think about coming clean , for once, for the first time. But then again, you have to be able to laugh at yourself, don’t you? “I’m a lawyer,” I say, and I grin at her. “He chases ambulances for me.”
I hope things are good with everyone in the world.