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The “Look” Challenge

26 October, 2012

No sooner have I thanked Paula for the BB award than I offer my gratitude to Aubrey for namechecking me in her post, and passing the Look challenge on to me. I never turn down a chance to big up my WIP so I am delighted to take part.



The “Look” Challenge is for bloggers who are also writers. It is a way to let others sneak a peek at your work. Here’s how it works. You 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/writers to invite them to the challenge.


So here are a few selected uses of the work “look” which will hopefully give you a flavour without being spoilers:

Anna returned the smile and, tired from her trip, dropped her bag noisily at the foot of the stairs. One of the containers bounced from the bag and on impact with the wooden floorboards, the lid, not properly secured after her mid-journey snack, came away. ‘Shit,’ she said as biscuits scattered across the hallway floor, ‘They’ve sat safely on the back seat for two hundred and fifty miles. I get two feet inside the door spill them everywhere.’
‘Don’t worry about that now’ Gina said politely, but Anna was already collecting the stray biscuits from the floor as best she could, gathering them together and, using the lid as a plate, placing them on the hall table. She picked up the remains of the two containers and handed them apologetically to Gina. ‘These are for you,’ she said, ‘but they look more appetising when they haven’t been on the floor.’


‘I’m afraid we are here on a sombre visit,’ he said. Gina blinked, and leant back from the desk, recoiling in anticipation. Her hand found its way to her hair, and smoothed it lightly.
‘I see.’ Gina said. Colin allowed a beat to pass as Gina breathed deeply and prepared herself, ‘it’s my mother isn’t it?’ Colin paused sympathetically before answering. ‘No, it isn’t your mother.’ A look of relief began to flicker across Gina’s face but Colin did not allow this to take hold. Break the news, then deal with the aftermath. ‘I’m afraid it’s your father,’ he said, ‘his body was found at the house this morning.’


Waiting was not something that Rick enjoyed doing, or did often. If his mates were not at the bar or the cinema or the restaurant on time, well they would have to come and find him inside. Or if they had kept him waiting for an unreasonable length of time, they could come and find him inside the bar he had moved on to. His tolerance was a little more flexible if it was a girl he was waiting for, its elasticity defined by her looks. Emily – if his memory of her outside The Founders Arms, licking her ice cream dessert from her spoon and a stray dribble of chocolate sauce from her finger, was accurate – was worth every second of the eight minutes he spent watching the front door.


The peacefulness of the flat rock, the wide blue expanse of the sea she overlooked, gave her the time and space to absorb her emotions, attempt to understand and recognise them. And as she calmly watched the birds arcing through the sky, a seal broaching the surf, hot breath billowing around his muzzle, other more complex emotions surfaced. Her tension, her emotional unbalance these last two days had not just been caused by her father’s passing. Seeing and speaking to Dick and Anne again had reignited memories and emotions that she assumed had been irretrievably buried many years ago.


This was the first time he had ever offered her a hot drink, even on the rare occasions she had visited his flat, he had needed to be prompted. But here he was, offering a choice, by Rick’s standards almost a menu of hot beverages. Under Gina’s instruction no doubt, but even so, history was being made and she would attempt to accept it at face value. She would consider Rick’s motives later. Rick busied around the mugs and kettle, trying unsuccessfully not to be in Gina’s way. ‘This is quite a spread you two have prepared,’ Anna said as she accepted the mug from Rick. ‘Looks great doesn’t it?’ Rick agreed before checking himself. ‘Of course, it was mostly Gina, I just did the beans and the toast really,’ he admitted. ‘Then thank you mostly to Gina,’ Anna called across the kitchen, ‘and thank you Rick for just doing the beans and the toast.’



OK, tagging 5 other bloggers. I’d be fascinated to have a sneaky look over the shoulders of these while they write:



Make-Up and Mirtazapine


and of course CC, my lovely blogging twin 🙂



From → Blogging, Fiction, Writing

  1. TheOthers1 permalink

    I really liked the second to last paragraph. Your story has me intrigued.

    I’ll have to do this one tomorrow. Blogging twin? I like that.

  2. Thank you for including me in this my sweet friend. I’ll be sure to post soon. The book is coming along but I know it’s still a long way from being complete.

  3. Okay, took me a few days, but here it is.
    Thanks, TRG! 🙂

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