So there I was, minding my own business…pounding keys, smoke pouring from my fingertips when SLADDAP! Heather Demetrios comes strolling across my Twitter feed and slaps me across the cheek with a fish, or a gauntlet, or a canoe oar, it doesn’t really matter. What DOES matter is that I’ve been challenged. Challenged to put up or…I don’t really know what the alternatives are. But this is a challenge, right? One writer challenging another writer. And EVERYBODY else is doing it. In fact they’re all doing it right now. They were challenged and posted like 6 seconds later. Don’t these people have jobs? (Says the guy on his laptop, on his couch, at 3:53 p.m.). Kidding, friends :)
So what’s this challenge? 777 refers to the first full seven lines from page 7, (starting 7 lines down), of your current work in progress. It may also refer to the challenge of doing 777 push-ups in a row, but I am going to elect to go with the first choice of the 777 challenges as my current record is already 775 push-ups and I don’t want to show off by hitting 777.
Anyway, here it is, from my middle-grade work in progress, Russell Sprout: Mind Over Matter. Russell is a 5th-grader at Arthur J. Weevilnoggin Elementary. He’s in a pitched battle against his arch nemesis, Benjamin Franklin Gruber, for first place in the annual science fair. It’s a battle of the brains with a real, full size, robot on the line and the title of “Best Brain.” However, things take a crazy turn when Russell inadvertently drinks his father’s super secret formula and can suddenly make those figments of his imagination very, very real.
So, here it is, 7 lines, from 7 lines down, on page 7, of Russell Sprout: Mind Over Matter:
“Have a good-” said Mom. But Russell was already hopping down the steps, the front door swinging shut behind him. “-day.”
“Come on, Dad,” said Bheane, violin case in hand. She popped her earbuds in. “Let’s get this over with.”
“Darwin?” said Mom.
“Yes?” He absentmindedly slipped the bottled orange liquid into his pocket, grabbed his briefcase off the table, and bit into a pickle. “These are fantastic pickles.”
“Please stop keeping your work in the refrigerator.”