I deleted 8000 words on Black Wings today, so that was the last of the major cuts.
I also wrote 4300 new words and got through the icky bit of the story with most of my soul still intact. Reading back I found I had some horribly ironic and unintentional foreshadowing, seeing as how I wasn’t 100% certain how the climax would turn out. As I put the last words of that scene down, I came out of my writing fugue to discover the Regina Spektor cover of Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah playing. If that ain’t bittersweet, well I don’t know what is.
So now I have the major wrapping up to do, and then going back and tweaking things in the story-line to make them sit better. Once that is done, I shall have a new rough draft of Black Wings, one that bears little resemblance to the original.
And a non-spoilery snippet, because I feel the need to share.
I shift my attention to the lights on the numbers instead, watching us flick steadily down toward the parking garage.
Where the beetle is inexplicably not.
“Ah no,” I say as I look at the empty space where the beetle should be sitting, like a fat yellow slice of normality. “This is not happening.”
“We have more important things to worry about than a stolen car,” Caleb says. He walks over to a neglected red citi golf.
“My father’s car.” I’m still looking at the empty spot. “He’s going to kill me.”
“Not if Heinrich gets there first,” Caleb snaps. The smash of breaking glass echoes around the concrete garage.
“Oh my god. Are you stealing that?”
“Borrowing,” says Caleb. “We really don’t have time to waste.”
So now that the worst part of my stress is over, come chat to me about all the exciting things you’re up to.