So Katherine Lampe tagged me with a Twitter meme. It entertains me. So why not? I gave you seven paragraphs, not seven lines, because this happened to be a conversation and they’re short. And I don’t think I’m tagging anybody. But have fun with a quick glimpse of STARLIGHT anyway.
There’s a Twitter game going around, #7Lines. The rules: Go to page 7 of your current WIP (page 7 of chapter 1, for those of you who, like me, start a new document for each chapter). Count down seven lines and post the NEXT seven lines (i.e., lines 8-15). Then tag seven writers to do the same.
“None of them know yet,” I pointed out. “The only people who were in the room when he said it were Dr. Rosansky and I.”
“We can’t keep something like that secret,” Celeste said.
“I think at the very least we ought to talk about it,” I said.
“No, I don’t mean shouldn’t, I mean can’t,” she replied. “Think about it. This ship isn’t that big. There are eight of us. Unless we’re talking about keeping these people confined to quarters for the entire way back home there is no way that the five of us can keep a secret that big from the other three for the entire trip home. If we’re even blowing orbit, which I’m not convinced is a good idea anyway.”
“We’re not going home?” Kathryn said.
“Later,” Celeste said. “The math is…complicated. I want to talk things over with Zub and Haipeng before we make any decisions about that. We should be safe in orbit.”
“That’s what the Tycho thought,” I said. “And no doubt the Shenzhou XIV, too.”