Those of you who read me regularly will know by now that Lisa Winkler of Cycling Grandma is the editor who included me in her anthology of women writers, Tangerine Tango. Her recent post about a blog game called the Look Challenge, caught my attention. Read on and you’ll see why…
Gratitude: The “Look” Challenge, Hurricane Sandy
It’s National Novel Writing Month, a 30-day, 50,000 word, novel-writing challenge.
I’m not participating but Tangerine Tango contributor Dawn Landau is. Not only is she writing with abandon dawn to dusk, she tagged me in the blog game called the “Look Challenge.” Bloggers, who are writing beyond their blogs have a chance to offer a sneak peek of their work.
The rules require that you search your writing for the word “look” and share a few lines. Dawn suggested I provide excerpts from the book.
Here’s what I found:
From Gabi Coatsworth’s essay about her memories shrimping with her father:
“I used to wonder sometimes if the sea would ever come back again. I would look out of my bedroom window, under the eaves of Granny and Grandpa’s house, and sometimes the sea would be right up, covering the pebble beach, and at other times I couldn’t see it at all, it was so far away. All I could see was sand, stretching away to the end of the world. It felt a bit scary, but there is one wonderful thing about sand like that. In the summer, after we’d had supper, my father would take us out shrimping before bedtime.
We’d walk down the drive toward the main road in front of the house. Holding hands in a straggling chain, we would cross the road after repeating the incantation: “Look right, look left, look right again. If all clear, quick march.” This last was, I suspect, my mother’s variation on “cross the road”. She had been in the army, after all.”
From Chris Rosen’s experience in her first hot air balloon:
“Miss Bean, our two-year-old shelter dog, started barking furiously on the deck while I was finishing making the pesto. Looking out towards the mountains, I saw why. A beautiful hot air balloon was floating over the valley and heading towards us! If it wasn’t for our trees, they might have landed on our hill.
I remembered our hot air balloon ride…”
And from Patti Winker’s memory about clotheslines:
“Most might find it hard to feel nostalgic about any kind of laundry, let alone having to lug heavy baskets outside to dry on lines. Line drying the wash is hard work and not often reliable. Mom watched the sky, constantly on the lookout for ominous dark clouds Read the rest here.
Maybe you’d like to join in? Here’s the idea:
The Look Challenge
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/authors.
You only have to provide some of your own writing, not for the others (but “Thank you,Lisa”).
So I’m tagging five other writing bloggers: