So Kate book was going in the wrong direction. We scrapped it. It was decent but not great. It had to go.
Sometimes you just have to write a bit to figure out that it’s just not going to work. We started in the wrong place. We now figured out which way it will go and it’s a lot better going this time around. It’s the last book. Nobody wants it to be crappy. Unfortunately, books are not widgets. If they were widgets, all it would take to make them good would be hard work and perseverance. We both worked like dogs on this draft and we had to dump. I thought of printing it out and burning it actually. It would’ve been cathartic.
I was really upset about it yesterday, because I had to write some uncomfortable emails and make some difficult phone calls. There are days when you just have a total collapse of everything and yesterday was that day. Ugh. Dumping a draft is never easy, especially when it’s a complete gut. Kid 2 was so alarmed, she brought me a cider and we sat and talked about her book for an hour outside. There are demons in it.
It’s a new day. I feel really tired, but better overall. Now waiting to see if the book will be pushed back or if the production can make due with seven months. I’ll let you know what happens.
Here’s a bit of Derek for you.
“He’s landing,” Derek announced.
Ahead Teddy Jo swooped down. For a moment he hung silhouetted against the bright sky, his black wings open wide, his feet only a few yards above the road, a dark angel born in a time when people left blood as an offering to buy their dearly departed safe passage to the afterlife.
“Show off,” Derek murmured.
“Green doesn’t look good on you.”
Teddy Jo lowered himself on the road. His wings folded and vanished into a puff of black smoke.
“Do you know what he is when he’s flying?” Derek asked.
“No, enlighten me.”
Derek smiled. It was a very small smile, baring only an edge of a fang. “He’s a nice big target. You can shoot him right out of the sky. Where is he going to hide? He’s six feet tall and has a wingspan the size of a small airplane.” Derek chuckled quietly.
You could take the wolf out of the woods, but he would always be a wolf.