Those poor 10,000 words. What did they ever do to deserve such a violent end? Alas. They were good words, fun words, clever words. But they weren't necessary words. And as much as I loved those scenes, they just didn't move the plot forward. So I sucked it up, pulled the best of what was there and figured out other places I could stick it in, then deleted. And deleted. And deleted.
I have a tendency to be indulgent when I'm writing. Do we really need to see Evie go to a whole day of high school with Lend? No, we don't need to, but it's funny! And fun! And surely other people want to see as much of them flirting and Evie rhapsodizing over lockers as possible, right?
Not when it drags the pace down, unfortunately. My one consolation (besides the fact that it's a better book) is that if it gets published I can have those chapters as bonus material for fans on my website.
Things like this:
“Mr. Pirello, nice to have you back with us,” a middle aged, balding man said.
“Good to be back,” Lend answered. It took me a minute to realize that Pirello must be Lend’s last name. I had never thought to ask.
“And your visitor?”
“This is Evie,” Lend said, and I held up my pass.
The teacher nodded at me and I smiled. I really, really hoped he didn’t ask for my last name. I didn’t have one. So much for pretending to be normal for the day. I sat there, racking my brains for a good one to tell people if they asked. I tried to remember what I had gone by in the foster system. It had been a dumb, made-up last name anyway. “Hey,” I whispered, leaning up to Lend. Class hadn’t started yet, but the room was filling. “I need a last name!”
“You need a last name?”
I shrugged. “Don’t have one.”
“Oh.” He furrowed his brows, thinking. “How about Doe?”
“Yeah, that’s not obvious.”
I held up a strand of my platinum hair. “Do I look like a Sanchez?”
“Okay…how about Lynn?”
“Evelyn Lynn, yeah, brilliant. Forget I asked, you brat,” I said, hitting him lightly on the shoulder.
“Fine, fine, what about Greenleigh?”
“Hmm. What about just Green? Evie Green, I like it.”
“Good to meet you, Miss Green."
“Likewise, Mister dangit I already forgot your last name.”
Lend laughed. “Pirello.”
“Isn’t that what I said?” I blinked innocently at him.