For the past six weeks or so I’ve been obsessively working on the edit of The Adventurer’s Daughter: Part One. It’s been a long process to say the least. As I’m a complete novice at this type of thing, I’ve had to make it up as I go along, but for this one I hit upon a pretty good method which seems, so far, to be working well.
The first step is to run through the entire 200k word manuscript with a red pen, picking up all the inconsistencies I can, and then go back into the file and read each chapter a second time. Without fail I found mistakes I’d missed on that first pass with the red ink. Undoubtedly I’ve still missed more, so at this stage of the operation I’ll pdf it onto a device and, yes, read it yet again. And probably a 4th time, just to be sure. Some mistakes will probably have sneaked through the gaps, but I hope they’ll be few and far between. Below is the full printed manuscript in all it’s papery glory!
And just because I can, here’s a photo of a certain other book on my bookshelf! Forgive the blowing of my own bugle, but I couldn’t help nestling it in between some very distinguished authors. Do I think I’m worthy enough to stand alongside them? Well, no, it’s just that white contrasts quite well with red and back…
As I was running through the 2nd to last chapter, I came across a passage that I thought might work well as a stand-alone extract, so here it is:
‘Glass-eyes, is that you?’ Drakovic asked incredulously.
Glass-eyes swung around unsteadily and tried to focus his red puffy eyes on the blur in the far cell. Somehow he had snuck a small silver hip-flask past the guards and took a deep swig.
‘Aye, ’tis,’ he yelled, words slurred. ‘You failed to kill me before and now I get my chance to return the favour!’
‘What, you mean you’ll try to kill me and fail too?’
‘No, I…what? No, I’m going to rip your worthless head off and use it as a footstool.’
‘Oh…I see. That’s not a very nice thing to say to your old partner,’ Drakovic admonished, waggling a finger from the safety of the other side of his cell. ‘You did steal my half of the loot from that job in Mercurian, if you recall.’
‘Yeah, and you tried to kill me and took the lot.’
Drakovic shook his head. ‘Mere technicality. After all, you betrayed me first. Natural order of the world, isn’t it? The betrayee, should he survive, is bound by the law to visit the same upon the betrayer. I thought everyone knew that.’
‘The law of…of the world.’
‘S’a load of bilge.’ Glass-eyes belched and spat onto the floor. ‘You plague-riddled, piss-blooded cur! Come to the bars so I can break yer grabby little fingers.’
‘I will not!’
Laughing Boy rolled his eyes. ‘It really doesn’t matter a jot at this juncture, gentlemen,’ he interrupted, pulling Glass-eyes back by the shoulder. ‘I promise we will all get a chance at revenge against him, but for now we have a more pressing issue to discuss.’
‘How are we going to get out of here?’ Bones moaned from his seat on a bench. Drakovic then noticed the man Bones sat next to. He was slumped against the far wall, glasses cracked and his once slicked black hair frazzled and caked in mud. From his shirt and stained waistcoat to his ripped trousers, he looked nothing like the other thugs.
‘Precisely right,’ Laughing Boy said. ‘Let’s brain that one out before we turn our thoughts to torturing the Gallant over there.’
‘I take offence to that,’ Drakovic called. ‘I am not a Gallant. The term’s Adventurer, thank you so very much.’
But they had formed a tight circle, and were no longer taking an interest in him.