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I'm currently in the midst of the last pass through SHIVER with my editors. It's satisfying, on the one hand, to work on it at this level -- it's like one of those paving flattener truck things. You know, the ones that roll the sort of bumpy new asphalt so that it comes out on the other side of the roller all flat and fast-making? But on the other hand, it's at this stage where unnecessary stuff that I've been pretending is not unnecessary gets cut out. So, alas, in this last scene that I'm doing, I just made the angst-filled decision to cut an exchange between Lee and Grace that I think tells us a lot about Grace . . . but doesn't really belong in this part of the manuscript. Sigh.
So I won't be so sad about losing it, here it is, for posterity. You can pretend it was in the last half of SHIVER when you read it.
Farewell, little character tidbit. It was nice knowing you.
Now, excelsior and all that.
So I won't be so sad about losing it, here it is, for posterity. You can pretend it was in the last half of SHIVER when you read it.
I realized that Grace was staring off into space instead of at her homework. "What are you thinking about?"
Grace spun the desk chair around to face me and tapped her pencil on her lip; it was a charming gesture that made me want to kiss her. "Washer and dryer. I was thinking about how when I moved out, I’d either have to use the laundromat or buy a washer and dryer."
I just looked at her, equal parts entranced and horrified by this strange look into the workings of her mind. "That was distracting you from your homework?"
"I was not distracted," Grace said stiffly. "I was giving myself a break from reading this stupid short story for English.” She whirled back around and leaned back over the desk.
Grace spun the desk chair around to face me and tapped her pencil on her lip; it was a charming gesture that made me want to kiss her. "Washer and dryer. I was thinking about how when I moved out, I’d either have to use the laundromat or buy a washer and dryer."
I just looked at her, equal parts entranced and horrified by this strange look into the workings of her mind. "That was distracting you from your homework?"
"I was not distracted," Grace said stiffly. "I was giving myself a break from reading this stupid short story for English.” She whirled back around and leaned back over the desk.
Farewell, little character tidbit. It was nice knowing you.
Now, excelsior and all that.
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