Dammit. I’ve been given a challenge. Yes, complete with my name and a link. Damn you, Jess! I don’t back down from a challenge, so I also have to overcome my fear of judgement and actually post a raw, unedited extract from something I’ve been working on – bit-by-bit – for a while now. Shut up, inner-perfectionist; you’re not welcome here!
Here’s what you do:
Find a current work-in-progress of yours. Go to the 7th or 77th page, then to the 7th line of that page, and from there, copy and paste approximately seven lines and share them!
The work-in-progress I am sharing here is from a 69 page document (yes, I giggled immaturely when I noticed that, too) so I’ve chosen seven lines from the seventh page.
He jerked the hand brake on and Jem looked out at a very unassuming house in what she recognised to be one of the outer suburbs, backing onto the fae reserve that surrounded the east of the city. That was the only reason the fae came out from hiding, for the reserves. They couldn’t handle it anymore, watching their homes get destroyed and being powerless to stop it. Watching the trees fall and the hills get levelled, they simply could not survive on the little patches that had been left, so they came forward. A few secrets, a few magical advancements in exchange for untouchable reservations and the chance to live out of the shadows.
So. Who’s next to take up the challenge?
dodging commas 