WICKED GOOD: DELETED SCENES.
Unforgiving bands of titanium, or fucking kryptonite, or some other unholy hard shit, crisscross my body, holding me cocooned and stuck on my back like a stranded turtle. 895 more words
When you write – okay, when I write a story, there are always pieces that are left on the cutting room floor. Scenes that are deemed useless or redundant, or sometimes little paragraphs, or even full pages and chapters of things that I create for no other reason than to build a backstory for my characters, or to delve deeper inside their heads. 938 more words