In order to KEEP WRITING WRITING WRITING EVERY DAY FOR GOODNESS' SAKE (Sorry...I just read Eloise to the girls and it doesn't wear off for a few hours...), I kinda accidentally took my revision in the entirely wrong direction. The good news is that most of the changes weren't needed. The bad news is that I had to "throw away" a month of work.
But I thought before it's relegated to a "DELETED STUFF" file in Google Drive, I'd share with you one of my darlings that was very hard to part with. Here's the now-old new beginning of CIRQUE:
The candlelight spilled out of the brass chandeliers like wine from a barrel. It flowed over the audience, into the ring, about the performers. Rivulets of light rushed past the horses' hooves as they danced, and a dewy drop of it sparkled in the eyes of the twelve-year-old girl who hid herself in the wings and watched.
Juliette Durand had felt the darkness pressing against her for so long; now that she tasted the light she was drunk with it.
Sigh. Good bye, my darling. Our time together was lovely while it lasted. Anyway, it's not you...it's me.