But I had to go in and CUT big stuff from the novel. Huge stuff. I began this cutting and rewrite process a few months ago. The MS was around 55,000 words. I cut it down to about 30,000, and then I rewrote almost every word from page one, until I got into the middle, and back up around 50,000 and then from there, I looked at what I had left of the original draft, and out of what was left, I cut another 15,000. In one night. It took me two hours to reread and delete what it took me countless hours to create. Sad. Awful. Gut-wrenching.
And completely necessary. So, then I had a novel that was back at 35,000 words, and this was my jumping off point to start NaNo. So now that I'm back to the grind today, I have only 4,000 new words from where I started at the 35K mark, but I am chugging along. Starting today, I get to play catch up. Between now and Sunday, my goal is to write roughly 21,000 words, so I can get back to par for Sunday, which is 25,000. That will be the half-way mark for NaNo, and get the MS back on track, and back up to 60,000, and well on its way to done! I might not hit a full 50K for the month of November, and NaNo, but I am going to finish the book!
There's more about this WIP on my WIP page here:http://www.jocrosier.com/p/wips.html
But, here's a short little excerpt from it... Never before seen.... just for you!
Jasper slammed on the breaks and swallowed a curse. He didn’t want to dent his baby, but he’d plow it through legions of cars if it would only get him to the forest sooner. Doll needed him. And he wasn’t going to let her go without a fight. He hadn’t been trained in his youth to fight. Way’bahs didn’t fight. They left that to their lowest class – the Holcans. Since entering the human world, he had studied martial arts. Karate and Kung Fu were his faves. Bruce Lee was his idol. Followed closely by James Dean. And then Mr. Miyagi. He swerved onto the highway, blasting his horn at some nosebleed in front of him.
He stayed stuck in bumper-to-bumper for twenty minutes, concentrating on Doll. On the way she looked, on the energy of her Way’is, and the feel of her hand in his. He could practically see the thread that connected them. He followed it through the heinous traffic and onto 210. Passing Pasadena, he felt a tug on that connection. No, Doll!
He held tightly to the thread between them. He wouldn’t let her go. He couldn’t. Cursing traffic in earnest now, he pulled onto the shoulder and sped up, blazing past other cars. He prayed to the Goddess there were none of California Highway Patrol’s finest on this stretch of the Interstate. The twinge on the connection lessened. Was she trying to get away from him? Or was it simply that she didn’t really know how to keep their connection strong? He wasn’t sure. As he blasted by the stopped cars, horns blaring at him, he finally pulled back into traffic. He floored it for thirty miles of open road, then got locked up again.
But the closer he got to her, the stronger he felt her. He slammed on his brakes and waited, the slow crawl of rubber on pavement like agony. Traffic thinned again and he followed the interstate to San Antonio Heights. He put the top down, letting the warm night air cascade around him, bathing in the power from the moon’s glow. He didn’t come up this way often. But when the grind of city-slicking life got to be too much, he chilled in the mountains. He finally reached the mountain road, and began winding his way up. There was almost no traffic on this road. Trees lined each side of it, welcoming him. The moon cast a blueish glow over everything as it rose higher in the sky. He counted it as a blessing for what he was doing. A full moon was powerful. He could feel it inside him. The energy of nature soaked into him from all sides, though he was encased in metal. He neared Doll’s location. He could feel her.
He pulled over into a turnaround on the side of the road, and put the top up. Making the car as inconspicuous as he could, he killed all the lights and covered it with the beige top, hoping it would blend in with the tan of the dirt beneath it and the dark underbrush of the surrounding forest. He got the duffel bag and hiked it onto his shoulder. He would go to her on foot from here. She was deep in the forest.
He began walking in her direction, unsure how exact he would be able to find her. He paid close attention to the feel of her powers as he walked, his body enjoying the exercise as he moved. He couldn’t tell exactly where to go. He reached a path, one led to the right, one to the left. Small paths, left by nature. A river babbled in the distance. He remembered seeing a river in Doll’s mind when she was showing him where she’d been. He followed the sound to the edge of the river, and picked up a scent in the air that was unlike those of animal or human. Doll. He let his senses search around him, closing his eyes and concentrating hard. Then he was running, barreling through the brush at lightning speed, using all of his preternatural senses of night vision and speed to bring him to the mouth of a cave. She was in there. He knew it. He skid to a stop and took a shaky breath. After six years, he was finally going to meet his dame in person.
A growl emanated from within the cave.