Tagged: The Lucky 7 Game!

The Seven Lucky Gods, by Tsukioka Yoshitoshi

Will Japan's 7 Lucky Gods bless my manuscript?

Over at my writer’s group, Philangelus carpet-tagged a bunch of us with the Lucky 7 Game. This writer-sport’s gone viral, and though I’ve seen it spreading throughout my cyberspace haunts for a few weeks, I hadn’t been tagged until today. The rules of the game, shamelessly copied from Philangelus’s blog, are as follows:

1. Go to page 77 of your current MS
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next seven lines as they’re written–no cheating!

Here is my problem. My current MS is a short story I’m working on for a contest. In the unlikely event that a  contest judge or administrator reads this and happened to recognize my story later on, I could be disqualified. So instead, I’m posting the Lucky Seven from the last story I finished. From PLATINUM BLONDE:

One A.M., and the fishmongers are still at it. How is it they work the sea by day – good, honest work that God would approve of, and spit in His face by night with singing and dancing? Hypocrites.

The dock’s fish market spills out into promenade hugging the harbor. Just a few strollers tonight, and I’ve got enough cover to approach them unnoticed. God must be looking out for me. I duck into a stall, the stench from the discards of the day’s catch nearly makes me gag.

So there you have it, my Lucky Seven. In case your skeptical about the number seven being lucky, let me point out that my first two publications were both accepted at their respective markets on the seventh try!

Care to post your own Lucky Seven below?



  1. Jo Galvin says:

    oooh excited to read your story & love the pic!

    • A.A. Leil says:

      Thanks Jo. We’ll miss ya in MWC.

    • Voncile says:

      Didn’t know the forum rules allowed such brlnilait posts.

  2. Stefan says:

    Why not? :)

    That night I dreamt of fire. Writhing curtains of flame, devouring my shop, reducing it to a heap of smoldering stone. As the flames grew redder and angrier I could hear Adoulla’s laughter, a sound as cold and sweet as iced vine. I woke with a gasp. Beads of sweat ploughed down my back.

    • A.A. Leil says:

      Thanks for sharing that, Stefan. Is this a spec fic story?

  3. Jane Lebak says:

    Awesome! Thanks for this — I’ve linked to your post from my blog. :-)

    • A.A. Leil says:

      Thanks Jane, it was fun looking up those seven lines. Would’ve loved to post from my current MS, I really liked the lines the game turned up on that one.

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