Yup, it happened. The whole month
disappeared. My blog is due, and I’m runnin’ behind. I have no excuse other than
being knee deep in edits. I’m not real fond of editing after the book is
finished. My brain has all dialogue so deeply embedded it refuses to take an
objective look. So, after staring blurrily at the computer for a few eons, I
called in the cavalry. Her name is Pat J A fresh pair of eyes did the trick, my noggin has got its
act together, and I’m off and running.
That doesn't mean life has become
a bed of editing roses. Nope. It does mean I’m making progress, with an
occasional brick wall to smack. That’s where you come in. I thought we
would do some on-line editing.
Below is a short scene that I can’t quite decide
if it needs something more or not. I want your opinion. I want you to poke as
many holes in it as you can find, and tell me why. I want you to adjust,
rearrange, and finagle to your hearts content.
Consider it an exercise in staying
out of the heat. That has as much to do with my BICHOK right now as self-discipline.
Ah, heck, probably more. If I’m going to hole up and hide from this fiery blast
furnace we’re living in, I better work.
Here it is. Enjoy and destroy.
Wade pulled his
pickup next to Debbie’s car. He stood up, turned around, and froze at the scene
fully visible through the screen door. Coal holding Kelli’s face as they stared
at each other, her choice plain when she laid her head upon his chest, then
Coal’s capitulation. There was no doubt, whether Coal understood or not, Kelli
had chosen him.
Pain bit deep.
She hadn't wanted his comfort, his help or his strength. In fact, she flinched every time he touched her. Why, Father? What is wrong with me? First Lori, and now Kelli. What am
I doing wrong?
Nothing,
my son. I will restore all that the enemy has stolen in my time. Trust me and
hold on.
He barely
noticed his sister’s greeting, her worried glance towards the house. She knew
what this would do to him. Wade wanted to get back in his truck, to run away
and lick his wounds, but he couldn't. His job, as Chief of Police, wasn't
finished. Bending back into his vehicle, he pulled out a clipboard full of
papers.
Help me, Lord. Don’t let me make a fool of
myself. I should be happy for them. They’re my friends. I should be glad they've found each other, but I’m not. I’m angry. Kelli and I had made no
promises, but this still hurts. Help me, Father. I can’t afford to lose it
right now. Help me hold it all together until I have the time to deal with
this.
