Continuing from yesterday's post about Peggy Ehrhart's SWEET MAN IS GONE, here’s her description of a library, very unlike any library I ever saw:
“It [the library] turns out to be a building I always thought was a church, perched on the corner right after the Indian Imports store, set off by a tidy square of faded late-summer grass and a few aggressively pruned bushes. It’s squat but massive at the same time, shaped out of dark brown stone, rough-hewed, with deep windows that look like they don’t let in much light.
And my two sentences this week:"Hope this finds you happy and healthy. Happiest of times to you in 2009. And, congratulations to both you and us – we survived the elections! Huzzah!"
Can you tell that holiday greetings are on my hubby's schedule? - and mine, too! Happiest of times to you in 2009! Ho, Ho, Ho!
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Nan, I dig Peggy Ehrhart's prose. An author I haven't yet read but obviously would enjoy... And best success in '09 for you too!
(I posted a 2 4 Tues at Pulp Writer)
Peggy Ehrhart writes description the way I like it. Thanks for this introduction.
My two lines are draft from my second WIP "The Shadowlands":
"Odin shrugged off the pack and with the greatest of care, he removed a flat, narrow box then slowly broke the wax seal along the edges. The box contained several pages of parchment, an ancient manuscript by its appearance."
From a recent reread of The Seventh Scroll by Wilbur Smith:
“She was a Coptic Christian, not of the Arab line that had so recently conquered Egypt, less than fourteen centuries ago. The Arabs were newcomers in this very Egypt of hers, while her own blood line ran back to the time of the pharaohs and the great pyramids.”
Hooray Peggy! And my own 2-fer:
Mine from the NaNo novel, unedited:
"She had seen such an ornithological ballet once in a park with her father, when she was very young. He had held her hand, although she had been afraid of its heat, and they had watched for what seemed like hours, tears on her father’s lashes, tears she had not understood."
From John le Carre's The Night Manager:
"Goodhew treated himself to steak-and-kidney pie and a glass of the club's claret. But Padstow ate very fast, as if he were counting his bites against the clock"
Hi All, I am at my daughter's house where I no longer read. I am read to by the six year old and the five year old. Here's a couple of sentences from Biscuit's Day on the Farm:
"Come along, Biscuit. We're going to help on the farm today."
I am revising a story that has to go out next week. Here's a piece:
"She turned, tapped her gold rimmed sunglasses with the cherry red nail of her index finger. She slid the glasses down the bridge of her nose and raised her eyebrows at me. Then she jabbed the glasses up and stuck her face back in the magazine."
BTW I read Sweet Man is Gone and loved it. Peggy is a great writer.
Terrie
I so enjoy everyone's twos, even when they're just the residue of the rest of life, like Biscuit and Huzzah!
I wrote: He grabbed one of her chair’s handles. The wheels stopped, but her body didn’t. She pitched forward toward the glass case of gum and cigarettes with only time to cover her head for the impact.
Thanks so much, Nan, for your two very flattering posts about Sweet Man Is Gone--and thank you to everyone for your great comments.
Loved the photos, Nan.
See you at the SinC open mike night?
All the best--
Peggy
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