December 8, 2011

Guess how old Mac is. No. Really. Guess. #giveaway

You get 250 words from After Dark (the first 250 words) to guess the age of the main character, Mackenzie, better known as Mac. 🙂 Why? Because I’m participating in Brenda Drake’s Can We Guess Your Character’s Age? Blogfest Contest

What do you get out of this little endeavor?

I get to see if her age comes through in the opening of the novel. Does the voice inside your head, match the voice inside my head and potentially have an agent look at the manuscript?

You on the other hand, get a different little prize. 🙂 Oh yes, guess right, and you’ll be eligible to win the prize pack at the bottom of this post, courtesy of my other alter ego.

So, is Mac 12? 15? 18? 20? 25? 30? 50? Come on! Guess!

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Balanced on top of Samuel L. Wilson, someone’s ‘beloved father and son resting in peace’, should have given me the solitude I craved. Good ole ‘Sam’ decomposed underneath the largest oak in Primrose Cemetery, just not far enough away from civilization — for me.

Endless screams of ‘Trick ‘o’ Treat’, doorbell rings and slaps of feet against pavement reached me. Leaves swirled with each blast of wind, whipping debris between Sam and his neighbor of thirteen decades, Dan. A new flare-up ruffled the corners of my sketchpad.

An owl hooted.

More dings filled the air.

A dog yipped.

I covered my ears with my hands, as if that would block the sounds, but the papers started a slow slide down my lap. Another gust pushed them to my knees, flung hair against my cheeks and sent my pencils tumbling.

“Come on already! I’m workin’ here.” Not even nature will leave me alone.

A swipe of my hand brought the drawing tools back up. I yanked my hair into a tail, twisted the strands around a Cerulean blue and stabbed random colors into the knot for safe keeping.

The pointy end of something way larger than a pencil pierced my neck.

I straightened with one intake of breath, dropping the yellow, number-two from my lips. “You’ve got to be kidding.” My hand reached toward the uninvited object. “No one listens to me. Mackenzie do this. Mackenzie do that. One night. Can’t even get an hour of solitude.”
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That’s it! That’s allllllll you get.

So, what do you think? Share your answers in the comments. Post before 11:59:59 pm ET on 12/10, and you’ll be eligible to win (by random draw from correct guesses):

– An ebook copy of Aimee Laine’s Little White Lies
– An ebook copy of Jocelyn Adams, J.A. Belfield and Aimee Laine’s anthology, Into the Unknown!