Finished editing the mini-chapter I was working on yesterday, and have split the next one and had a few rounds on the first half. Unfortunately my pruning shears seem blunt, as I haven't managed to cut out either of the bigger bits I was gunning for, and it's actually longer now than it was before I started shortening it. Sigh. Have a snippet of edited stuff...
The mirror seemed the best bet. ‘There,’ I said, handing over my improvised candle holder. The king’s scouts would have been proud of me. Except the thing was probably another one-off antique. Did ivory even burn? Most folk weren’t fool enough to stick the stuff near enough a flame to find out. ‘Don’t drip wax on your nice frock. And don’t knock it, whatever you do. We don’t want to find out your big sister’s let the fire premiums lapse.’ The modern commercial quarter was said to owe its existence to a hundred year old candle in a glove maker’s on The Gullet that had burned a moth hole in the old town a mile around.
Indeed. Sigh. I might be well advised just to do a minimalistic edit on the [expletive deleted] palace section and try to write onwards off the end & get my poor protag out of there! I keep telling myself I can always do another round of editing later.
Thanks! I've just Googled it and setting light to it is a recommended way of dealing with poached ivory, so yes. Let's hope he's using the glass part of the mirror.
Thank you! The next day's snippet follows broadly on from this.
I've decided not to worry too much about the bloat till I've actually got a complete first draft. At the rate I'm proceeding, that'll be sometime in the next millennium...
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The mirror seemed the best bet. ‘There,’ I said, handing over my improvised candle holder. The king’s scouts would have been proud of me. Except the thing was probably another one-off antique. Did ivory even burn? Most folk weren’t fool enough to stick the stuff near enough a flame to find out. ‘Don’t drip wax on your nice frock. And don’t knock it, whatever you do. We don’t want to find out your big sister’s let the fire premiums lapse.’ The modern commercial quarter was said to owe its existence to a hundred year old candle in a glove maker’s on The Gullet that had burned a moth hole in the old town a mile around.
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...burned a moth hole in the old town a mile around.
Love that description.
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I'm intrigued about whether ivory burns, now.
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Intriguing snippet! I'm really curious about what he's sneaking around for.
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I've decided not to worry too much about the bloat till I've actually got a complete first draft. At the rate I'm proceeding, that'll be sometime in the next millennium...
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