There’s a tense stand off in the Scott-Brennan household. The air has cleared of gun smoke leaving a wreckage of words scattered round the cutting room floor. It happened last time for my first book and it’s happening again for the sequel. Just when I thought I’d got the bloody thing done and dusted, Liam slashes it with his big red pen. It’s all to the good in the end but the tortuous journey is littered with out-takes that have cut me to the core.
My post before last was about our good fortune with neighbours in recent years. I deliberately left out Clement, our first neighbour in Turkey because, well, we were rather pleased to see the back of him. Now poor Clement has been left out of the book too. Still, nothing gets wasted. It just gets recycled, like most of my rubbish these days. So Ladies and gents, as it’s American Independence Day, here’s the neighbour’s tale, a painful cut from Turkey Street, Chapter 13, Happy Birthday, Uncle Sam.
Perking the Pansies 
You are tempting us with titbits. When do we get our hands on the real thing?
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Just a few more weeks. Lots going on…
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Cheeky, light and entertaining. You’re pulling me by the nose. Such tantalizing tidbits ended on the cutting room floor? Makes me wonder what remained. 😎
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You’ll have to wait and see! 😀
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Correct answer. Give the man a drink. 😀
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Ouch!! Please, don’t let that nasty old red pen come between you…
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It never does for long.
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‘Trifles make perfection, and perfection is no trifle!’ – Ed
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That nice young painter knew a thing or two!
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Methinks Liam was a little over-zealous with the red pen in this instance! Loved it!
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Why thank you, kind sir. I take his point, though. It made for an overlong chapter.
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About Damn time! Just kidding. 🙂 Looking forward to the sequel. And I’m not even offended that you didn’t wish Tess and I a Happy Canada Day.
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Oops.Happy Canada Day! 🙂
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Hadi hadi we want this book now
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Almost there…
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