So yesterday and today I got up semi-Dark & Early to continue working on Revision Xibalba. It’s still slow going. Taking a couple of weeks off certainly didn’t help. I reread the last chapter first, smoothing a few more things (can any writer read a “complete” chapter and be 100% happy with it?) and then edited the three sections I had finished but not connected to the main draft, which is now just under 70K.
Yesterday, I grabbed the next few sections in Jaid and Ruin’s POV from the first draft and began polishing. I think I did 2.5 pages yesterday, and finished the rest of the section this morning. Bad things, dude, very bad things. Hopefully I’ll build some momentum and grind through these last few horrible scenes quickly.
- 14 13 revision sections
- 4 new sections to complete Tara and Quinn’s threads.
That’s it! I know I can do this by the end of March.
However, I did receive the first pass of edits on The Road to Shanhasson last night! Wheeeeeee! They’re pretty light, thanks to the terrific job Soleil, Ann, and Bethanie did of beta-reading. I’ll get those back to Deena by Monday. She didn’t even kill me for all the horrible things I did in that story. *wicked laugh* Although one comment totally made me laugh out loud about increasing the boys’ ages…
I also have to get the blurb and tagline stuff filled out on Dear Sir, I’m Yours (the story formerly known as Letters). That will be tougher. So that’s my first goal.
RX Snippet: This section takes place in a cave, so it’s absolutely dark. They’re in an underground pool of water.
“Which city is this?”
Surprise splintered through her, followed by a tsunami of dread that nearly dragged her back down to the depths of Lake Atitlan. This is where her father had made his greatest pre-Chi’Ch’ul discovery. This is where her mother died. “Why?”
A new voice echoed in the darkness. “Because he knew I’d come here.”
Ruin tensed and whipped his body around toward the speaker, pressing her back from the threat. Something slammed into him with the dull sound of flesh on flesh and ripped him away. Water splashed violently, but she couldn’t see what was happening. If she charged after them, she’d be killed, yet standing here, doing nothing…
She heard a wet, heavy thunk, and Ruin grunted. God, he must have been stabbed. Who was it? It didn’t sound like a demon.
Involuntarily, she backed away into the water. That voice did sound like a demon. Her teeth hurt and her muscles tensed so hard and fast that she shuddered. She couldn’t even call it a “voice” when it grated like metal on metal, screeching to the point of pain.
“Give me the White Dagger, lady.”
Until then, she didn’t even remember that she held it in her hand. The thing felt slick and foul on her palm as though it were coated in rotted, feculent scum. Gritting her teeth, she forced her fingers to grip it, not to sling it away. It pulsed with a heavy, steady throb like a living heart.
“Jaid, don’t you dare–“ Ruin’s ragged voice cut off on a strangled, bubbling sound. She didn’t need to see him to know that his throat had been slit.
2 thoughts on “RX: 3/4/2009”
😯 “…his throat had been slit.” !!!!!! ❗ ❗ ❗
*dies of suspense*
Woo-hooo on getting the first edits for Road and getting back on track with RX~!