Late last year, I dug Elite Falcons out from the bottom of the “Unfinished WIPs” pile. To borrow a NaNoWriMo term of art, I “pantsed” my way through the planning process, didn’t take any notes, and thus have long since forgotten how the plot was supposed to go. Judging by what I’ve written so far, most of the young leads get kidnapped except Max and another kid named Elliot. How they were to get from this point to being recruited into a top-secret spy agency for teenagers remains a mystery I hope to crack this year.
Other themes I was trying to cover, judging by what past-Allison had written, included racism, anti-bullying, and dispelling ethnic stereotypes. I don’t think I was too effective and I need to rethink how I’d written some things so my past self’s good intentions carry through.
At the moment, I’m writing a scene which picks up where Max left off. Some time has passed since he got into that car with the awkward social worker lady (although nowhere near as much time has passed in the real world). But it’s not done. In the meantime, here’s a decent (albeit melodramatic) scene I’d written two years ago about another character, Tatiana.
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From her bedroom, twelve year old Tatiana Dean watched the people stop underneath the brightly-striped awning just below, peer through the front window expectantly, and ultimately walk away looking dismayed. She, too, wondered why the bakery her parents ran so attentively was still closed at ten o’clock on a Saturday morning.
They’re probably sleeping in, Tatiana reasoned, stepping out of her room and eyeing the closed door across the hall. It happens to the best of us. Continue reading “Another Excerpt from ‘Elite Falcons: The Hunted’ feat. Tatiana”