A fellow writer on Facebook, Cynthia Rogan, posed this challenge today: Post 7 lines of unpublished work of fiction, starting on page 77, the 7th line, so here they are:
...parallel and taking small jumps with Sean and Peter’s help. It was his surrender to gravity on the hillside that re-established his sense of freedom—something that had been lacking since Deidre’s death and his unintended notoriety. His first big air in the terrain park had done it.
“Reach for it!” Sean called out as Ian started down toward the shelf of snow.
“Empty your mind!” Peter added. The momentum whisked him into the air, and Ian flew aloft for a few seconds before touching down safely on both skis. When he came to a stop, he was so jazzed that all he could do was holler out loud, waving his hat.
– from Meteor Falls. I have much work to do on this one.
Meanwhile, somebody else posted this on FB today. I'm with you, Mr. Einstein. Those who watch without doing anything are akin to a nightmare.
...parallel and taking small jumps with Sean and Peter’s help. It was his surrender to gravity on the hillside that re-established his sense of freedom—something that had been lacking since Deidre’s death and his unintended notoriety. His first big air in the terrain park had done it.
“Reach for it!” Sean called out as Ian started down toward the shelf of snow.
“Empty your mind!” Peter added. The momentum whisked him into the air, and Ian flew aloft for a few seconds before touching down safely on both skis. When he came to a stop, he was so jazzed that all he could do was holler out loud, waving his hat.
– from Meteor Falls. I have much work to do on this one.
Meanwhile, somebody else posted this on FB today. I'm with you, Mr. Einstein. Those who watch without doing anything are akin to a nightmare.
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