Writing novels can be a lonely undertaking.
Few people outside of my writing community know anything about my story worlds and characters that I’d lived with for years.
What I write is FAR from publishing so I don’t share much, if anything.
Here we are.
A fellow OYANer, Rachel, did this 777 challenge on her blog:
The 777 Challenge
This challenge is a little “game” to share your current WIP (work in progress) of whatever it is you’re writing, assuming you have enough written to qualify.
Also apparently after looking through the backlog of tags from previous blogs who have done this, this challenge was originally referred to as the 7777 Challenge (four 7s instead of three), but I’m dropping the last 7 and you’ll see why at the end of the list.
How It Works
- Open WIP to the 7th page.
- Scroll past the 7th line.
- Copy the next 7 paragraphs, and… paste them on your blog for the world to see!
Tag 7 other people to do this challenge.
I just went down quite the rabbit hole of poorly fonted blogs trying to see where this challenge started, but the internet is a vastly dark and dangerous place….
What follows is an excerpt from approximately page 7 and since there was dialogue, I fudged the 7 paragraphs thing.
The girl’s cone had collapsed. The others handed her napkins and she wiped off everything. She unhooked Jerry and, to my horror, dropped him in the trash! They all walked away laughing!
“Ugh!” I said, coming out from behind the counter.
The bell clanged as I sped outside. There in the trash can, on top of grimy spoons and paper bowls, lay poor Jerry face-down in despair. I pulled him out and took him inside.
“What are you doing?” Goldi asked.
“I’m going to clean him up.”
I carried him to the bathroom sink and ran warm water over his dear, soiled body.
“What are you going to do with it?”
She leaned in the doorway.
“Keep him, of course!”
I turned off the faucet and squeezed the water out. He looked loads better already.
Grabbing some paper towels I patted him as best as I could. Goldi still stood there. She looked ready to say something.
“So, I’m weird!” I said. “I like stuffed animals. There are worse hobbies to have, right?”
I pushed past her through the doorway, walked to the back, and clipped Jerry onto my purse.
The rest of the work day went pretty smoothly. An hour before the shift ended, I dipped waffle cones in chocolate since there was a lull in customers. Goldi’s phone went off, and she rushed to the back to take it. We aren’t really supposed to be on our phones at work; I keep mine in my purse.
The doorbell jangled but I had just dipped two cones, one in each hand, and the chocolate rained down. A rowdy family of six joked and laughed pointing their grimy fingers on the freezer glass.
This was loads of fun!
If you are inspired to take on the 777 challenge as well, feel free to leave a link in the comments so I can read yours and edit this post to share your link.