Retro: The Writerly Review, June 10-16

Wordle # 60

It’s been a busy week at The Writerly Life, kicking off with The Sunday Wordle: June 10, a wordplay exercise based on the wordles (word lists, if you want the plain version) at The Sunday Whirl. This week’s list whispered an eerie little story to me–“All Fall Down.” I couldn’t leave the story alone, so Follow-up to the Sunday Wordle, June 10 contains a revised version. It seems to want to be a longer story!

Esther Bradley-DeTally graced The Writerly Life on this week’s Monday Discovery with a lovely guest post about being a twin and also about mortality. Esther will have you teary and laughing at the same time! Find more of Esther’s whimsical, poignant, straight-talk writing at Sorrygnat, World Citizen. Thanks again, Esther! What a pleasure to have you here.

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At a Loss for Words: June 12: A beachy slideshow of my favorite place to go and wind down, write, read, watch glorious sunsets.

On Thursday, It’s a Wonder-filled World gave you, I hope, a glimpse of wonder. Since my thirteen-year-old granddaughter figures prominently in this one, maybe I’ll ask her to follow up with a guest post about her first trip to New York. She can handle that assignment, I assure you!

I was delinquent last week re the Weekly Photo Challenge, but this week’s was one I knew I could tackle. Check out the Weekly Photo Challenge: Close for my interpretation of “close.” Too close for comfort!

So there you have it: the week in review here at The Writerly Life. I hope you enjoyed dropping by. I hope you’ll be back soon!

Retro: The Writerly Review, June 4-9

Here’s The Writerly Life in review for the week of June 4-9:

Wordle 59, courtesy The Sunday Whirl

The week kicked off with the Sunday Wordle: June 3, 2012a flash fiction piece inspired by The Sunday Whirl.

Monday Discovery was all about poetry this week: a wonderful poem by Stephen Dunn and a look at a new (to me, at least) online poetry journal: At Monday Poetry Discoveries: Dunn, PLUME.

On Wednesday: a photo essay, At a Loss for Words. I’ll let the photos speak for themselves.

Somebody You’re Longing to See, the week’s featured post, dealt with lost time and opportunities and their relationship to story.

Hambidge path, Spring 2011

And finally, Friday brought a surprise: the Lucky 7 Meme Challenge! (Thanks, E. B. Pike.) Check it out for a few lines from my WIP.

We’re not done yet: The Weekly Photo Challenge is due tomorrow! It’s a tough one.

Sneak Peek: Monday, look for a wonderful guest post from Esther Bradford-DeTally. You won’t want to miss it!

Thanks to all of you who visited this week, liked, and/or commented. The Writerly Life continues to grow and evolve. I hope you’ll come back!

Lucky 7 Meme Challenge

E. B. (Erin) Pike at Writerlious has tagged me for the Lucky 7 Meme Challenge. Thanks, Erin!

Now it’s my turn to post from a work-in-progress and tag seven more writers to do the same.

The rules:

  • Go to page 77 of your current WIP manuscript.
  • Go to line 7.
  • Copy down the next 7 lines – sentences or paragraphs – and post them as they’re written. No cheating!
  • Tag 7 authors.
  • Let each and every one of them know.

Here are seven lines from Spirit Lamp, a work of literary historical fiction set during WWI in rural Mississippi. The novel is complete, and I just finished making a tough revision pass through it. Now it’s on to considering my readers’ responses and composing the dreaded query letter!

In these lines the main character is remembering going hunting with her father. They  begin in mid-sentence. She walks into the woods, following her father’s lantern:

. . . dizzying arc a few feet in front of her, but she had learned long ago to step where he stepped. Now she knew the way as well as he. When they got to the woods, he snuffed the lantern out and made his way silently among the trees. Now and then he stopped and held out his arm, a signal to Leona to be still. It meant he had stopped to listen, or he had heard or sensed movement.

She could see him in the graying light. He pointed to the base of a pine tree and motioned for her to sit. He moved twenty yards away and sat beneath another tree. She could just make him out, so still, his shape darker than the dark around him. The tree trunk became part of the . . .

Now for the tags, writers! I hope you’ll accept. Please follow the rules above, post your WIP lines, and pass the challenge on. Feel free to post here in a comment, too. As E. B. says, it’s a great way for us to share bits of our works-in-progress.

First, here’s to my fellow literary fiction peeps over at the Facebook MNINB group:

And to round out the seven . . .

I’d love to add more, but I’ll leave that to these fine folks.

 Thanks again, Erin, for the tag. This was fun!