For once I’m not the one making excuses today on the blog. I’ve been very productive. The school holidays are still in full swing, so I’ve been using the snatches of time I’ve had to myself to transfer Legend into Scrivener. It’s a long process because apart from the initial NaNo draft that started part-way through the story, the rest of the book is in many, many, small pieces. For some reason, lost in the passage of time, every chapter was saved in its own word file. With a name that fails to accurately describe the contents. And then saved randomly all over my hard disk. I have no idea what I was thinking. None.
However after a lot of hunting, I’ve uncovered all sorts of gems. Many of these no longer fit into the story, but are useful for character development or backstory. Fortunately they’re all going into Scrivener where at least I’ll be able to find them for future reference.
Today’s WIPpet is one of these. It’s a little sketch of Megan and Peter’s relationship before Roan arrives on the scene. In honour of the 22nd of January, I present (approximately) 22 lines from a draft of The Legend of the Kings:
Peter was towering over her, his hair falling down into his eyes, which were overly bright and fixed on her with an uncomfortable intensity. As he registered the shocked expression on her face he loosened his grip on her arm.
“I’m sorry. I startled you. Dinner? With us tonight?”
“Oh. What a kind offer…” Megan took a deep breath and smiled weakly up at him. “But I need to stay with Magda for a few days. Her infection is putrefying and I’ll need to lance it regularly and stay close in case she loses consciousness.”
The colour drained from his face as she spoke. Peter had always been squeamish when it came to the less savoury elements of her profession.
“I’d ask you to come in, but the stench is pretty strong, and I’m going to need to bathe her…” She reached for the door handle, giving him a resigned look .
“Yes of course.” Peter stepped back and nodded sternly, failing to mask his distaste. “Perhaps when Magda is recovered then? Father and I don’t like to think of you up here on your own.”
“That’s really kind of you, but please don’t trouble yourself on my account. Between Magda and Matthew, I seldom find any time to myself at all.” Megan gave him what she hoped was a gracious smile, “Goodbye Peter.” Before he could reply, she hurried inside Magda’s house and bolted the door behind her.
“My infection is putrefying is it? I hope the stench doesn’t overpower you.”
Megan looked at the older woman who was sitting up on a large soft chair, her foot resting on a cushion. Her eyes sparkled with humour and a cheeky grin was plastered across her face.
“Shhh, he’ll hear you…”
Poor Megan. And it only gets worse.
Many thanks to the lovely Kathi Schwengel for hosting WIPpet Wednesday; a day when writers from all over the globe share passages from their work-in-progress, and then encourage each other to keep pursuing their writerly dreams. It’s about community, and having something to show for a very long, solitary, process. If you’d like to join us, post your own WIPpet with some relevance to today’s date and join us over at this linky.
As for me, I’m still looking for the scene where the Captain of the Dragon Guard is caught crawling on his belly through his mother’s vegetable garden… Who knows where that got filed…