Hey, everyone! I
hope your summer has been full of good times and free from
heatstroke. Maybe you’re one of those fortunate individuals who
live where summer is actually the weather highlight of the year. If
so, make the most of it for me!

Like many of you,
I’ve had a busy summer. Writing had to go on the back-burner in
May, June, and July, but I’m finally back and feeling a bit of a
fresh, north Atlantic wind in my sails. I’ve missed this blog. And
with the advent of a new book, it’s time for an earnest return.

 Thank you to
Deborah O’Carroll of The Road of a Writer for tagging me in the 777
Writing Challenge! She gave me the impetus to update you on my
retelling of “The Bremen Town Musicians” and share a snippet.


For the update,
the story is moving forward nicely, praise God. The tentative title
is The Road to Bremen, and
it’s topped out at about 19,000 words. Illustrations are being
planned and I’m working on a next-to-final edit and formatting.
November 2018 is my projected publication date, though it may slide
into December. I’ll share more as I begin the publishing process.



And now for the
snippet. Here are the rules for the 777 Challenge:

1. Open your WIP
to the seventh page.

2. Scroll past the
seventh line.

3. Copy the next
seven paragraphs and paste them on your blog for THE WORLD to read.

4. Tag seven
people. (I’m going to forgo this last one and tag whoever wants to
do it.)


Photo Credit: Ivana Ebel

 “Those robbers have been
terrorizing people for months. The forest must
be where they live,” the flutist protested. “Now let’s go
before . . .
before . . .”

Before we get stuck in the forest
at nightfall!” the violinist chuckled.
And with that, they were off without
so much as an Auf Wiedersehen.
Etzel was offended at first, but when
the musicians struck up a tune down the road, his thoughts turned.
Bremen musicians were paid well and in great demand? Why, he could
eat all the hay in the field and more! He’d never have to carry a
heavy load again! All he’d have to do was sing; he probably didn’t
even need to sing very often if musicians were paid well.
He had a fine voice: loud, deep, and
natural. It would drown out all the music humans could make with
their meager voices and instruments. Their instruments had a nice,
tinkling sound, but they were mere twitters compared to a donkey’s
voice.
So why shouldn’t Etzel go to
Bremen, too? He was condemned to death here at this thankless farm,
so why not leave and become a musician? It certainly seemed his true
calling, the more he thought about it; perhaps he ought to have
become a musician long ago and not spent all his life in farm
drudgery!
Turning away from the fence, he
looked this way and that. On the other side of the pasture, the draft
horses’ noses were planted in the grass, backs facing him. Herr
Hofmann was probably inside the large clay-and-timber barn or the
house behind, both under the same long, sweeping thatched roof. Etzel
didn’t like how the empty black doorway gaped at him, but at least
it showed no one was watching.

***
 What do you think will happen next?

2 thoughts on “Return . . . of Me and the 777 Writing Challenge

  1. Ooh, The Road to Breman! I LOVE that for a title! If it stays, I'm a fan! 😀

    Love the snippet too! XD The voice and wry humor are GREAT. <3 I'm so excited for this one! Good luck with the publication plans, and let me know if I can assist in any way! 🙂

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