I think part of the wobbly feeling is provoked by the fact that the story is taking a different turn. I'm not saying I thought my initial idea was pure genius, but it's always a little worrisome when things start going off in a bit of a different direction. There's always a lot of worry about whether that direction will prove to be the right one or if it'll end up being some annoying, pointless detour on the road to the novel's end.
But, really, this is what editing is for, right? You try something and if it doesn't work, you go back and fix it. And then you fix it again. And then you fix it some more. As I was telling my daughter yesterday, writing is never really "finished". I could edit each and everything I've ever written from now until kingdom come and still feel as though there are things that can be changed.
That said, here is an excerpt from today's writing:
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Dara
met Jonathan at the front door, and she told him all about the meeting next
week, as well as Letizia’s offer of help.
He responded enthusiastically about the meeting, but there was a pensive
look on his face.
“Listen, Dara,” he said, as they
stood outside of her door. He glanced
around him to be sure no one was within listening distance but, even so, he
leaned closer to her and lowered his voice.
“Just be careful with Letizia, okay?”
“What do you mean?” she asked,
surprised.
“It’s just...there may be a reason
that she’s being so nice to you.”
“But you said I was lucky she was
taking me under her wing.”
“I know, and you are. It’s just that you can’t really know what’s
going on. Maybe she’s not as genuine as
she seems.”
“What? You think she’s plotting against me or
something?” Dara asked. She didn’t know
whether to be alarmed of disgusted. She
knew his concerns weren’t off base; it was not at all unusual for people to be
very aggressive in their jockeying for position within the organization of a
Job Creator; in fact, backstabbing was something of a norm.
“I’m not really saying that, though
maybe you can’t discount it entirely.
No, it’s more that her help may come with a price.”
“You think she might ask me to
return the favor at some point?” Her
voice dropped as she considered this thought.
“Nothing in life is free,” he
said. Though his voice was gentle, she
felt the starkness of his words.
“Nothing, huh?” she asked, giving
him a lopsided grin.
He blanched a bit. “Dara, I didn’t mean it like that. You and I...”
“No, forget it. I didn’t mean it. It was just a bad joke,” she told him
hastily.
He studied her for a moment, but
then decided to accept her words. “I’m
just looking out for you.”
She felt herself soften. “I know, Jonathan. You always have done that, and I’m always
grateful for it.”
“I just don’t ever want to see
anyone steal your thunder.”
“I’ll be careful, I promise.”
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