So, I haven't been blogging as much here, simply because I am on a self-imposed ban on reading fiction until I finish my MA (Jan 2013). Until then, its Foucault, Bourdieu, (grits teeth), Putnam and Allport. (Clearly, I have an interest in Social Capital Theory)....
Anyhoo, was delighted to have been tagged by Andrew Blackman in the Lucky Seven challenge.
Andrew explains the rules: you post an extract from your WIP: line 7, page 7 and 7 lines of prose.
Before I post my extract, a short summary of the novel: the book is set in Newham, East London (my 'hood'), the book looks at a number of inter-connected characters who all give their accounts of being in relationships; some of which work out, and some which don't. Sounds fairly simple, but it gets complicated...
This extract is from a character called "Luke," Luke has written a letter to an ex-girlfriend in which he attempts to explain his actions:
Anyhoo, was delighted to have been tagged by Andrew Blackman in the Lucky Seven challenge.
Andrew explains the rules: you post an extract from your WIP: line 7, page 7 and 7 lines of prose.
Before I post my extract, a short summary of the novel: the book is set in Newham, East London (my 'hood'), the book looks at a number of inter-connected characters who all give their accounts of being in relationships; some of which work out, and some which don't. Sounds fairly simple, but it gets complicated...
This extract is from a character called "Luke," Luke has written a letter to an ex-girlfriend in which he attempts to explain his actions:
I thought you were really cheeky when I
asked you what you wanted to eat and if you wanted Indian. And you said “Why
would I want to eat Indian? I eat Indian every day.” I should have known then
that your brain was going ten times faster than mine. I fell for you quite hard,
and it took me by surprise, I didn’t even get that right did I? Trying to tell
you that I had feelings for you? That was our first serious argument. I was
jealous because you had spent the night with your friends…and I assumed
“friends” meant another man. And then I blurted it out. I remember the look on
your face, and you didn’t even say anything. You just sat next to me and rubbed
my head and put your head on my shoulder. And that was it, we were together.
Now it is my turn to tag another 7 writers, I have chosen:
Alex Wheatle @brixtonbard
Naomi James @namstatheauthor
DD Armstrong @Dd_Armstrong
Tanya Byrne @tanyabyrne Heart Shaped Bruise
Hafsah @esotericsips
Mr Oh Yes @MrOhYes
Hannah @thegirlinacafe
Looking forward to your Lucky 7s !!
