Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Name That Author Contest--Day Two!

Welcome to day two of our Name That Author contest. This is our way of expressing appreciation for all you share with us through the year. We learn so much from you about writing and so much more. Here's the lowdown on the contest:

All six of us have works in progress no one has read, except for a select few and certainly our mothers. You've been reading our posts for three years now, so we figure you must be getting familiar with our voices. How about our fictional voices?

Here's how the contest works: On our regular post days (Monday, Wednesday, and Friday) for the next two weeks, we'll be posting a short excerpt from a work in progress, anonymously. That's right, your job is to guess which one of us wrote the passage, just from the sound of our voices. Give us your guess in the comments section. If you guess correctly, your name will be added to the prize drawing.

And what is the wonderful prize? Katy's husband, George, is a gifted sculptor. He has donated a $50 gift certificate toward one of his sculptures. You can see his work here. We can't promise the sculpture will be at your house for Christmas. That would have required much more forethought than six artist types could muster, but we can promise that you'll love George's work. Second and third places will win a hard copy of our cookbook, Novel Tips on Rice: What to Cook When You'd Rather be Writing.

Here are the rules:

1. One guess per post day. (You may play all six days. That's six chances to win a sculpture!)
2. Guesses will be accepted until 9:00 PM Pacific Time the day of the post.
3. Each correct guess wins you one chance in the drawing.
4. The winner will be announced on December 17, 2011.

Here is the second excerpt:

I carry the wrapped child in front of me, in the crook of my aching arm, his head above his curled feet, as if he were alive. As if he had ever been born, or named, or drew breath, or saw his dying mother’s eyes. As if she had ever seen his.

This is night work, and the mule beside me stumbles in the uneven, now unseen streets that only reveal shadow and character in the light of a doorway, here and there. All around our feet are what people throw away after a spectacle – torn banners, scraps of food, dropped, lost mementos.

Behind me on the creaking wagon are the remains, what I gather after the spectacle: torn things, fallen, saved, remembered.

When I first began this job, I could do it in the daylight. It was a curiosity to those who saw me, a woman who wore the robes of aristocracy and did the work of a ghoul. Most of those who knew me would not meet my eyes, or if they did, it was with a mixture of disgust and wonder. And later, some of them, with triumph; from behind secure windows, around impassable gates.

The first time I gained permission to bring the bodies back from the killing places, Cordelia began to strategize how to borrow a cart and donkey. Many of our friends still lived and had animals then, and she still had a bit of her father’s money left.

“We’ll need a big wagon,” she calculated, counting without knowing it on her crooked knuckles, imagining that the aftereffects of imperial entertainment would necessitate strong beasts of burden, perhaps several trips with several wagons.

She wasn’t thinking straight, I should have seen that. There is little left when wild lions are finished with a human being.

I lined the wagon with pieces of old goat-hair tents. People bring me the ripped flaps, snagged beckets, unsalvageable vestibules. When my needle cannot resurrect them, they leave the raveling remnants with me.

It's time to guess which of us wrote this passage in the comments section. Good luck!

14 comments:

Marian said...

Kathleen Popa

Wendy Paine Miller said...

I'm disqualified. But it's good. Oh so good!
~ Wendy

Cynthia Ruchti said...

Latayne.

Megan Sayer said...

It's very beautiful. Already I want to read more...but the same is true of the last exerpt as well!

I'm thinking Latayne too.

Bonnie Grove said...

This is only day two, and I'm starting to realize how difficult this really is.

Henrietta Frankensee said...

Bonnie, hard for you or for us?
I'll follow the crowd today and say Latayne.

Sharon K. Souza said...

Cynthia and Mega: thank you for your wonderfully kind comments. You all mean so much to us.

Karen Schravemade said...

I guess Latayne. How good is that first line?!! Love it.

Sara said...

Here I thought that we'd get the answers as they came! bah.

Latayne

Bonnie Grove said...

Sara: We would love to give the answers as they come, but by the end of the contest it would be a simple process of elimination and the last couple of days wouldn't be much of a challenge. ;)

Believe me, it's hard for us to stay quiet!

Kathleen Popa said...

Very hard.

Lynn said...

I see two problems with this contest...first, everyone can see everyone else's guesses. And second...does the true offer write in and pretend that it's not her to throw everyone off or can you tell by her omission?
Interesting contest, though!

sadie crandle said...

This is way harder than I thought it would be ... I thought 'I know their voices, it'll be a piece of cake.' But oh, I'm struggling here. I want to say Kathleen, but the wispy-ness that runs through her voice is more prevalent in Day Three's submission than in this one, so I'm going with Latayne.

Lane Hill House said...

I'm going to say Bonnie.
Does this mean we can change our mind and revote when we scramble them all at the last day??
lanehillhouse[at]centurylink[dot]net