“Do you know the land where the lemon trees flower?”
Phew, it’s HOT. We east-coast types aren’t used to this kind of heat. After a solid month of rain and grey skies, long sleeves and socks, I’d forgotten what the sun looked like. The cats are now sprawling, flattened by the heat, and the Resident Canine lies about with her paws in the air, trying to cool off. Me, I’m soaking my feet and drinking lemonade.
Which reminds me, it’s about time for an update on the Lemons contest! I’ve received a few dozen entries from enthusiastic souls who are clearly thrilled at a shot at a copy of Harbour View signed at the top of Chapter 3 (opening line: “She marvels at the lemons”). Here are a few shining examples of contest submissions:
“Mrs Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself after… she had marvelled at the lemons.”
And how about a little Dr Seuss:
“At the far end of the town where the grickle-grass grows and wind sounds slow and sour when it blows and no birds ever sing excepting old crows… she marvels at the lemons.”
Then there’s urban angst:
“The twelve-person dinner party loomed; the dishwasher died; she marvelled at the lemons.”
And downright hilarious:
“Of all the images Jorge had chosen to include in Petrov’s memorial mural, she chose to… marvel at the lemons.”
I’m amazed and impressed by the imaginations at play, here. Contest closes next Friday, August 28. I will announce the winner on Tuesday, September 1, the one-year anniversary of my blog and the release date of my novella, Harbour View.
And now I shall slurp the remaining drops of lemonade and join the Resident Canine on the floor with my paws in the air. Anything’s got to be cooler than this!
(Do take a look at my new Harbour View page!)