Here’s the deal.
1. Pick 6 sentences from your work, published or WIP.
2.Link Here. That’s it. Easy Peasy, Lemon Squeezy.
And without further ado, my 6 from my Steampunk rough draft…
There was a wintery wind blowin dust off the red rock again. It scowered his skin from his face, but Aldwyn Stockard didn’t pull up the O2 filter to save his flesh. The banada he had from his son worked just as well and saved the battery for time better spent in his mines. It’s not like he had to be pretty. He wasn’t going to meet the ship that was firing its atmospheric thrusters over head to meet a wife. He’d had one of those and look where it’d got him.