Shehanne Moore tagged me back. Tit for Tat!—a tempting subject for a future posting with which I could have a lot of fun given I’ve met a good number of tits (idiots for those unfamiliar with the insult) and encountered a lot of tat (hookey rubbish)…but that’s for another time.
Post a snippet from your current WIP exampling the word ‘look’, Ms Moore challenged in retaliation for me tapping her with an interview a couple of weeks ago.
A word I use rarely, I dismissed with a mad muttering about not having time for such shennanigans. Boy, was I wrong. 58 uses of the word per the ‘Find & Replace’ function and I’m only on Chapter 8. Damn.
And I was wrong about how deeply buried the word ‘look’ would be too. Tripped over it a bare six lines into my current work in progress…hmm.
Him? Set a honey trap? Not bloody likely! He’d give his life for the Service—damn near had on the last occasion, taking a bullet to the gut and one to the chest—but he drew the line at pimping his body.
“…It’s imperative we locate her brother. They’re close. Twins. She must to know where he is. Take her to bed, gain her trust. Consider it an assignment with fringe benefits. Dr Treherne isn’t bad looking after all.”
She wasn’t, if you liked your women uptight and severe—which he didn’t—and you were prepared to get your bollocks frozen off—which he wasn’t.
So there you have it, challenge met (if a little ungraciously, but Ms Moore knows where I’m coming from). And to share the pain, I now tag: Andrea Walpole, Joanne Stewart and Jane Linfoot.)