So Mae Clair tagged me in The Lucky Seven. Until today, I’d never heard of it before and had no idea how it worked. Now I know, and thanks to Mae for the nomination.
Today, I dance with my eyes closed.
Here’s how the challenge works:
Post seven lines from an unpublished work by following these rules:
Go to page 7 or 77 in your current manuscript (fiction or non-fiction)
Go to line 7
Post the next 7 lines or sentences on your blog as they are (no cheating, please!)
Tag 7 other authors to do the same
From DEAD RECKONING, page 7:
She twisted, tangling his fingers into strands of hair. Better to lose some hair, than her life. Except he didn’t release her. His other arm slid around her neck, the knife’s sharp edge nicked tender flesh just below her ear. The cut stung like a wasp bite.
“’Dis is only a sample of how it feels, Katya.” Hot, tobacco breath washed across her face.
Last week I launched my blog. Not with the first post I’d prepared, but it was fun. So this week I was going to post my original first. Yeah, that plan changed too, right after I saw this on Facebook Monday morning.
Thanks to Kristen Lamb who shared this quote from The Girlfriend Book. I have no idea where The Girlfriend Book found it, but isn’t that how things go viral?
The message is clear and reminds me of something my Aikido Sensei shared during my training many years ago:
“When you dance with your eyes closed, dance with wild abandon, for no one can see you.”
Logic says…of course I can be seen. It’s MY eyes that are closed, not the audience’s.
It a paradox, like: “When a tree falls in the woods, does it make a sound if no one is there to hear?”
Does it matter what others think before you do something that make you happy?
Can you do ANYTHING you want? It might be prudent to stay within legal limits. Moral and ethical limits may come into play, too. Beyond that? I believe it’s a choice.
What do you do to extend your comfort zone? How do you stretch that imagination muscle? Why not dance with your eyes closed?
For my first blog post, I had a completely different message ready to go. Then last weekend happened.
I’m a wimp. A wuss. A worry-wart. I was born that way and have the white hair-way too soon-to prove it. Do I live by Mrs. Roosevelt’s advice? Not on purpose. But as I look back on my life’s journey, there’ve been more times than not, I end up doing something every day that scares me.
The list of things I don’t like to do is pretty long…but probably not as long as the list of things I DO like. In the interest of maintaining my commitment to positive posts, I’m not going to list my “don’t like” things. In the interest of maintaining my commitment to short posts, I’m not going to list my “like” things.
Instead, I’m going to share my scary/fun/totally awesome weekend.
Every year, Intermountain Harley Davidson sponsors the RIDE for MDA to Wendover, Nevada from Salt Lake City, Utah. Almost every year for the past 18 years, (missed a couple of years when the ride moved to Saturdays), I’ve joined my husband in the truck to ferry the raffle give-away bike. Not this year.
This year, we had a bike to ride.
We, (well, mostly my husband), committed to ride this bike for the dear friend who left it to him. A gorgeous FXRT. “Old Blue.”
And where was I? On the 9 ½ inch backseat.
Bucket list check off: Rode 90 mph in the middle of a MC pack.
MC packs have a way of navigating the streets like a large, thunderous centipede. They move as one. When you see a pack looming in your rearview mirror, it’s okay to move over and give them the lane. Really!
Police Motor Squads… same thing.
One of the great things about this weekend was watching the Traveling Trophy competition between Police Departments Motor Squads.
Don’t try this at home.
When you see these guys out there patrolling our neighborhoods and by-ways, keeping us safe…give them a wave thank you. They are awesome!
Unified Police Motor Squad retains the bragging rights and trophy for 2012!
So, what did I do today that scared me? Launched a blog.
What scares you, but you do it anyway? Are you stronger for it? Would you do it again?