W.I.P. Editing is Everything

This week for my Work in Progress, I'll share a little bit of one of my NaNo stories that I was typing up. I'm going back through editing them and here is a little snippet.

I covered my ears with both hands, trying not to let the words seep into my mind – to let them affect me. None of them were true. I knew that. None of them existed to me.

“You can’t keep out the truth anymore. The truth of what you’ve known since this whole journey began. The truth that will always be –”

I tipped the scarf from around my face, shouting, “Quiet!”

I opened my eyes wide, then blinked.

I blinked again.

The fog was gone.

The room was full of people once again.

The noise shattered, breaking into the silence.

I closed my mouth, grimacing. I wondered if they’d all heard my outburst. If the scene before this one had been merely an illusion of my own making. If –

The noise came soon after, filling the empty space with music and chatter.

It was as though the past amount of time hadn’t happened at all. I quickly and quietly slipped backstage, barely shifting the curtain at all as I hid behind it. Taking the scarf I held it in my hands, a barrier to what might come next, staring at the stain blooming upon it.

I hadn’t realized what sort of thing had transpired.

“Map – Mira, are you back there?”

I was tempted to keep quiet. I didn’t want to have to explain what had happened, why I’d had the sudden outburst.

Shaking off the haze I replaced the scarf on my head, adjusting it so the stain didn’t show, before Andrea poked her head around the curtain.

I had no idea how she’d found me.

“Yeah, I had to check some of the wiring for the DJ,” I adjusted my costume a bit, pretending to look through the wiring. I pretended to flip a few switches (not actually doing so), and to adjust some of the cords. I also pretended to brush off some dust or lint from my costume. It was easy. I was great at pretending with Andrea, “I just needed a minute.”

What are you working on this week?