Go to the 7th page of a work in progress, go 7 lines down, post the next 7 lines, then challenge 7 other writers to do the same.
I feel like I've shared this before, way back when, as a snippet. Dunno, but this is what you get when I follow the directions:
What was she going to do now? Paoala was her last hope. No one else was willing to sneak behind the council. All those who had been had given up on her long ago. She lowered her head into her hands.
“I’ll fetch a bedservant,” Rosa said, “and chocolate. Shall I?”
Sex. Chocolate. Two iasree-approved solutions to the pain. Yes, orgasm brought temporary relief, as did chocolate, something in its composition soothing and cheering iasrees more markedly than it did any of the songless; but neither sex nor chocolate cured. Neither gave lasting relief. They were only slightly better than useless.
This read as 7 lines in my MS, but this window shows it as 6. Who knows how many it will be when I hit *post.*
So, frigg, I know you are working on something at the moment...