It’s been a
funny couple of days, it really has.
It started off
like any other. The coffee pot was hot. The laptop was on and ready for the whole
slew of edits I planned making on Season of the wolf. Then it hit me ... out of
nowhere ... I realized I had to cut whole portions of the story in order to
make it work a little more fluid than I believed it already was.
At present,
Season of the wolf stands somewhere around the region of 41,000 words. A
respectable number, I think.
Still, I had
to commit myself to a creative cull: people had to be removed, whole sections had
to be taken out, and dialogue (which I realized at some point between editing)
re-written that didn’t work. Not because it was bad, because it wasn’t, but
because the whole thing seemed forced. Almost as if every piece of dialogue was
somehow trying to re-enforce the plot.
Then, of
course, there were the myriad of characters scattered throughout; some far too
complicated for a novella. And I had always imagined Season of the wolf as a novella.
Nothing more or less. So people had to go.
Currently
the body count looks something like this: four people have had to go, three
have had parts slimmed down, and seven sections have been removed completely.
I’ve spent
much of the morning re-writing the opening and moving whole sections to make
the pacing a little smoother. Up to now it’s working; I like what I have much
more. And hopefully that tells in the final version.
Thanks for
reading.
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