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Writing Log: Vicesteed Chapter 13
Mar. 26th, 2009 09:08 am03/25/2009 - Wednesday, no work
Deleted from Chapter 13
Old chapter wordcount: 13,172
New chapter wordcount: 6,636
Vicesteed Draft 1 wordcount: 207,877
Vicesteed Draft 2 current wordcount: 179,598
Notes: This is certainly the most I've cut from any chapter. I'm not sure whether to be proud of my editing or horrified that I wasted that much writing time. Most of the deleted scenes were of the sort left out of The Princess Bride's "good parts version." And then she spends three pages going through her jewelry collection.
Reason for deleting scene: Too melodramatic and repetitive. It's got a lot of fire to it, though. There are some good things that make me reluctant to cut these scenes, but this is mostly repetition of emotions expressed more subtly in earlier chapters.
Which deleted scene is it anyway? Scene 1
Deleted from Chapter 13
Old chapter wordcount: 13,172
New chapter wordcount: 6,636
Vicesteed Draft 1 wordcount: 207,877
Vicesteed Draft 2 current wordcount: 179,598
Notes: This is certainly the most I've cut from any chapter. I'm not sure whether to be proud of my editing or horrified that I wasted that much writing time. Most of the deleted scenes were of the sort left out of The Princess Bride's "good parts version." And then she spends three pages going through her jewelry collection.
Reason for deleting scene: Too melodramatic and repetitive. It's got a lot of fire to it, though. There are some good things that make me reluctant to cut these scenes, but this is mostly repetition of emotions expressed more subtly in earlier chapters.
Which deleted scene is it anyway? Scene 1
She could let a few hours of abuse from a stranger just roll off her back. She could take a beating that would kill a normal man and still sleep peacefully the next day. She could steal a purse from an old lady and not have a twinge of remorse. She could damn near die and not have it matter. It was just business. It was easy to pretend to fear and then wipe it from her face a few moments later. It was easy to cry and beg for her life. It was easy shift her mood from pure, destructive evil to appreciate a brief glimmer of moonlight through the fog that had constantly clouded the skies. It was easy when she was just pretending, when she didn't have any strong feelings to work against.
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