I’ve spent the last several days reworking one scene in my Phantom novel. It’s a pivotal scene near the end of Book Three, and because of the way I wrote this whole trilogy, I initially wrote it…three years ago? Four years ago? The point is, it was actually pretty early on in the writing of the whole project, because I was writing out of order at that point.
Well, coming up to today, I found that my writing has grown since then, and much of that original scene didn’t feel right anymore. I decided it would be better to just rewrite it than to try to revise, so I sat down and wrote through it again–in Meg’s point of view, as was the original.
Then I went to meet with a writing friend, we talked about our latest writing…and she wanted to see the scene from Erik’s point of view. And the more I thought about it…she was right. So I wrote it again–and now I’m working on a later bit of the same chapter that also needs to switch to Erik’s point of view. So it’s been an interesting few days, building a scene from different angles.
For fun, here’s two versions of the same moment–first from Meg, then from Erik.
The melody faded away in another bar, and it was good I was sitting down, it was good he had told me to sit down, because he had said—he had actually said… My eyes were hot and my throat was tight and I had to say something but I suddenly didn’t know…
He looked up at last, but he still didn’t look at me. He was staring very fixedly down the length of the room, gaze on his pipe organ but from the tightness in his face I didn’t think he was seeing it.