The “Look” Challenge

 

Thank you to my dear follower The Reclining Gentleman for including me in this challenge. I am writing a book. Don’t have much done yet. But I bang away at it a little each day. I didn’t know if I would find the word “look” in the manuscript, but I did quite a few times. I’ve included two paragraphs. They’re rough. I’m sure I’ll re-write them a few more times.

THE CHALLENGE

The “Look” Challenge is for bloggers who are also writers. It is a way to let others sneak a peek at your work. Here’s how it works. You search your manuscript for the word “look” and copy the surrounding paragraphs into a post to let other bloggers read. Then you tag five blogger/writers to invite them to the challenge.

So here are two paragraphs that I will share.

Ian struggles to speak. He pleads, “Maggie please, stay.”

But Maggie is stubborn and she has made up her mind. He’s finally at a loss for words. He can’t make her stay. He looks into her green eyes and sees everything. All the pain he’s caused and all the sadness. Everything she has had to endure to love him. Ian can see all the way into her soul and knows that he has to let her go. He releases her hand. She turns and walks away. Maggie tries with all of her might not to turn around and go running back into his arms. To the familiarity of him. She heads down the concourse of the airport. Eager to get on the plane that will take her home. Or what used to be home. She always thought he would be her home.

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Maggie chuckles to herself and heads out of the terminal to find a restroom. She checks her watch and realizes that she has plenty of time to make her meeting. She freshens up, and repairs her makeup. She only wears eyeliner, mascara and lips stain. The darkest red stain of course. She wants to look half way decent to meet the woman that got to marry Ian. To live with him. To love him. She looks in the mirror and thinks to herself, she doesn’t look too bad for a 42 year old woman. She can still turn a few heads with her red hair, green eyes and statuesque body. Her silly freckles across her nose. She checks her watch again. Decides it’s time to find a cab and head to her hotel.

OK, tagging 5 other bloggers. I’d be fascinated to have a sneaky look over the shoulders of these while they write:

As Long as I’m Singing

Moonbeam McQueen

Brainsnorts

Boomie Bol

Creative Noodling