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I’ve been tagged, again! And this time it’s short and sweet. Since half of the people tagged by Stephanie Lawton are also my writer-friends I’m going to skip the tagging step. Yeah, a little cheat, but I don’t want to double tag people.

But if you are reading this and want to join in, let me know and I’ll P.S. a tag to you.

The rules:

1. Go to page 77 of your current MS.
2. Go to line 7.
3. Copy down the next 7 lines/sentences, and post them as they’re written. No cheating.
4. Tag 7 other authors (optional–for me)

The following is from Corroded, the sixth edit of it. I’m currently rewriting–will the seventh time be the lucky draft–but since I’m not 77 pages in, I’m using the draft from 2011. But this section is most likely staying.

So, without further ado, meet Mary Lou Weber. She’s outside the Steinbeck Wax Museum on Cannery Row in Monterey on her first “date”.

           “Isn’t it supposed to be really… uh, stupid?” I wanted to say dark, creepy, or claustrophobic, but I knew those wouldn’t be the right things to say to Josh.

“That makes it all the more fun. Let’s see what they dare slap old Steinbeck’s name on.”

Josh glanced at me at the ticket counter, but I quickly looked away. He was going to have to front all the money if he insisted on dragging me through the dungeon of historical spooks.

Dark—check. The only light to speak of were the spotlights on the first scene and the dull glow of an exit light just out of my reach.