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Looks, Books and a Zig-Zag

Since I handed ‘The Next Big Thing’ baton to lovely Choc Lit author Sarah Tranter whose novel, No Such Thing as Immortality, will be available very soon (look out for the Kindle edition at the end of this week!), I suppose it’s only fair that she’s handed one to me!  

Thank you, Sara, for the zig-zag challenge which, thank goodness, wasn’t too challenging.  I was asked to find the word ‘look’ in my current novel or a work in progress then post the surrounding paragraph.

To ring the changes from my current novel Move Over Darling, I’ve gone to the work in progress. Or rather the work I’m battling with as usual.  This is the first ‘look’ I found and it’s in the second chapter.  Some of you may recognise the location…


“'My pleasure,' she exhaled, closing her eyes, ‘I look forwards to meeting you at the end of the week then.' 
In the two years since Fiona and her husband, Paul, had opened Walton House, Little Spitmarsh had seen its financial tide beginning to turn thanks to the opening of Samphire, an upmarket restaurant which was still managing to attract food gourmets willing to make the long pilgrimage to the bleak east coast.  The restaurant and an annual film festival had almost reinvigorated parts of the once seedy town to the point of gentrification, encouraging a smattering of galleries, cool vintage shops and a few of the hardier pilgrims to snap up some of the most attractive old buildings along the seafront as second homes.  Foodie, film buff or Up-from-Londoner?   She tried to guess which of the new category of visitor the man at the other end of the phone would turn out to be.
He laughed gently.  ‘Well, I sincerely hope I don't disappoint you,' he murmured in a voice that hinted at emerald fields shimmering under the kiss of soft Kerry rain.”



Okay, I’m just trying to pass the zig-zag challenge on, but I think my victim fellow writer is just changing into her Lycra shorts so we’ll have to wait until she returns before I name her!

Oh wait, here she comes now!  Looking good, Linda Mitchelmore!

Comments

Jane Lovering said…
Sounds like Little Spitmarsh has come up in the world, they'll have boutiques next. Can't wait to read it...
Sarah Tranter said…
Love it, Chris - knew I would! I can't wait to read it, too. Come on - get cracking! LOL X
Frances said…
Chris, thank you so much for this peek at what's been happening in Little Spitmarsh. (I think that a peek is really a petite look!)

Thank you also for your kind comment over at my place. xo
Fennie said…
Oh yes! Little Spitmarsh! Yay!
I've only read Chris' second book so the setting is new to me....but I found it so very visual - and huge promise about that voice on the end of the phone.
Get the book finishded, Chris, and out there!
Maria said…
So there's a return journey to Little Spitmarsh on the cards. Lovely. Looking forward to it.....
Flowerpot said…
Can't wait Chris! (Couple of typos in that para which I'm sure you've seen already)
Flowerpot said…
Sorry that sounded awful. As a journo my eye always goes to typos - sorry, can't help it!
Flowerpot said…
Sorry that sounded awful. As a journo my eye always goes to typos - sorry, can't help it!
Cait O'Connor said…
Little Spitmarsh .....I love it!

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