It’s been on my mind. March 8 was the day I found out I’d be moving to DC for work. Phewwwwww has my life changed a lot since then. November 8, 2016, was a day that changed the whole world, not just my own. And on January 8 of this year, my life hit another significant and unexpected crossroads. So the number eight has been on my mind today.
This post is brought to you by… The number eight
In honor of the number eight, I’m giving you the eighth sentence from eight chapters of my upcoming novel, Anika takes the long way home up soul mountain. (Crazy title. I know.) I used Google’s random number generator to decide which chapters to pull from. So here are your eight sentences from my work in progress today, in random order.
1. From Chapter 19:
I press the heels of my hands into my eyes, push the thoughts away.
2. From Chapter 33:
“You know I’ve been blocked around that commissioned piece for the last week or two.”
3. From Chapter 21:
They track me with their eyes as I approach, and momentarily I feel ten feet tall instead of six-three, exposed and alien and utterly out of place.
4. From Chapter 15:
“And it’s the middle of the basketball season in Europe.”
5. From Chapter 18:
“It’s where I met my friend Grace, actually — the one who’s getting married this weekend.”
6. From Chapter 1:
It’s not a death sentence, not yet, but it’s definitely not fucking good, either.
7. From Chapter 20:
From the way he sways, from the slackened face and drooping eyelids, it’s clear he’s either very high or very trashed.
8. From Chapter 12:
An empty Chinese food container sits on the coffee table in front of her, chopsticks jammed into a mound of white rice still in its box, a cracked open fortune cookie next to it.