No promises on changing that.
Still, the 99th page blog fest - hosted by Erinn, Alicia, Holly, Pam, and Quita - is a pretty cool thing.
Here's the rundown.
I post the 99th page of a work in progress. The reader (that's you, assuming you don't hit the "back" button now) decides the following after reading:
1. Would you turn to page 100?
2. Why or why not?
3. Based on what you read, how likely would you buy the book?
It was kind of fun to see what was on my 99th page. This is the first time I've opened this document since November.
“I grew up in one,” was all Kat felt like saying.“I see. Well, it’s best you don’t spend any time there, Katherine. I’ll be back in a few days, either to pick you up or to bring more food.”“You think it might be that bad?”“I don’t know.” Mrs. Finch maneuvered the van over a bumpy stretch of road and turned left. Before Kat was ready, the van came to a stop. “Here we are.”The two women got out of the van and stared at the vacation spot. It was a small cabin with a wrap-around porch. The house backed against a lake. The water was steel-gray against the sky, bordered by trees wilting and growing brown with fall. Kat thought she saw a few other cabins scattered around the lake, but all were dark and the area seemed largely undeveloped.She shivered in her jacket. The air was much colder here than it had been in the city. She realized too late that Mrs. Finch had been talking.“…here all the time when I was a girl. My daughter loved it, too.”“I didn’t know you have a daughter,” Kat said. Mrs. Finch had never once mentioned family before, and always seemed to travel on the holidays.
I look forward to hearing what you have to say! Don't forget to give the other blog-fest-entries a look, there's some fabulous writing out there.