I’ve been called out for the “look” challenge by Constance Masters. The challenge is to find the word LOOK in your current work in progress and then post the sentences around it. Choose your three favorite LOOKs to post.
I’ve chosen my work in progress Rose’s Cowboys.
She drew in a breath, forced the painful memories away, and LOOKED at the stack of boxes she needed to unpack. She’d been here a week and hadn’t found the desire to dig into them, to settle into the place. Every day she’d gone to work as the new librarian in town and vowed to come home and… Okay, she was having a hard time accepting this “needs a little TLC” house as home. Home was still supposed to be the cramped but much-loved apartment in the heart of New York City’s theatre district. But that life was over. She needed to come to terms with her new reality.
“In the past.” She didn’t want to talk about anything to do with ballet. It hurt too much. “LOOK, I don’t want to put a damper on your fun tonight. I’m not in the best of moods and it would probably be better if—”
“Only been here an hour and my feet are getting plumb worn out,” Camden Grayson said and walked up next to him. He reached for a beer. “What’re you LOOKING so down about? Elizabeth chasing after you again?”
OK, there’s mine.
I’m calling out: