Hacking and Slashing (now there’s a term I haven’t used in a while) was hot and heavy last night. I finally had my kids off their feet, out of the Tube, and into the restaurant, and the cutting and adding of words was underway. By the time I finished for the evening, I had no idea what I’d written. That’s because with all the deleting that was underway my total words written check was way off. There are ways to figure this out, however–like copying the area you were working in and pasting it to another text form. That way you discover you wrote and edited nine hundred and six words. Easy as Pi, right?
With all my old scenes deleted–goodbye, you first draft messes–my corkboard looks like this now:
While my outline shows me where my word counts are:
The word count for my current scene is just under three thousand, but that’ll change. Then I have to rewrite the trip through the Chunnel, which takes on an air of confusion for Kerry due to things happening in this current scene, and then I can move on and rewrite a few other things–
Then I can get back to Act Two. Maybe.
So what did my kids do last night? A little of this:
(Excerpt from The Foundation Chronicles, Book One: A For Advanced, copyright 2013, 2014, by Cassidy Frazee)
A light rain was falling upon Russel Square when Annie and Kerry stepped from the Underground station and made their away across the street to the Pret a Manger cafe. The place was busy but not overwhelmed with people, so they found a table and ordered food. Since the lunch rush was coming to an end their orders were ready in under ten minutes. Kerry’s was first: a club sandwich with avocado and a mango smoothie. Annie’s came moments later: a chicken salad and a Lemon Aid. She returned to their table to find Kerry’s computer unpacked and powered up.
“What are you doing?” She sat across from him, twisting her neck to see if she could follow what he was doing with his phone.
He didn’t look up. “Bluetoothing the pictures over to the hard drive; I wanna make sure I get all the pictures we took.” He tapped tapped something on his phone. “This way I have plenty of room for more, and everything’s saved.” He lay the phone next to the computer. “That should finish in a few minutes.”
It was difficult for Annie to keep from chuckling: he always seemed so serious when it came to his technological toys. She wanted to talk about something else . . . “You said you’d been to London once before?”
Yeah, bluetooth those pictures, Kerry, and free up some space on your phone. You never know how many more you’re gotta get with that little octopus hangin’ on to you. This is where I wish I could draw, because there were some great photos they good that I could include.
As if I didn’t have enough to work with at the moment.