I usually like these scenes just fine, sometimes I think they're really fun, and to make the separation easier I cut/paste them into a separate Graveyard file I keep open nearby - which brings us to Friday.
I've decided to start what I'm going to call "Graveyard Friday". A moment for me to share with the world excerpts and blurbs of the book that haven't made it to final draft. Kind of a bonus feature if you would... an easter egg in case this thing ever gets published and people want to find cool behind the scenes content; and a permanent record for me when I want to relive a little of the editing process.
First Friday of June, 2011... I offer you all the first edition of Graveyard Friday: a scene clipped from the beginning of Chapter 3 when Cat and Peter are getting ready to leave Mason Forge, the only town they've ever known.
The cart was an open-air with a steel frame, foam-padded circumferential seats, thick rubber tires, and near zero suspension. It was drawn by a mare named Strawberry; a copper colored draft horse previously employed contour-plowing the terraces above the town. Probably the largest of the sacrifices; Cat wondered what Mason Forge would do without her.
She and Peter filled the cart with personal effects - most the essentials were already present, tucked beneath the seats and they could send back for any missing items once they had a free house and grounds to furnish. That didn't stop Sheila from putting things in boxes.
“Peter, honey, I packed everything I can think of,” The curly-haired woman rattled down the front ramp with a stack of boxes in her arms, “I have clothes and plenty of bandages and the books you like...” Cat was sitting in the back of the wagon; Sheila unloaded the boxes onto her, and addressed her son, "Are you sure you have everything?"
He grinned at the new pile, “Pretty sure.”
"I don't want you to go without!" She noticed the greasy spatula in her hand, "Oh! The oven!"
She swept back into the house. Peter shook his head, "That woman..." Cat shoved the pile of boxes aside with distaste. The Earth Curse nodded to her, "You okay?"
“Invisible but otherwise fine." She answered, "You?”
“I'm staying positive." He reached into the book box to retrieve his well-worn atlas, "I never thought I'd travel for real. It's kind of exciting when you think about it.”
"Exciting, sure," She smirked, "You enjoy the ride. I'll be doing all the work."
"You volunteered," He reminded her, "Complain if you want, I'll just stand here turning to stone."
"You always ruin my pity parties with your extra suffering," She pouted. "I don't know why I hang out with you."
He could hear irony in the joke and replied in kind, "It builds character."
“Here!” Mrs. Montgomery charged out of the house carrying a cardboard box between a pair of oven mitts. “I baked cookies for the trip.” She unloaded the box into Cat's arms, tugged her mitts off with her teeth and laid them on top of it. “You can take these for cooking." She reached into her apron pouch, "and here's a ladle and a colander. I don't know what you'll use them for, but you should take them just in case.” She added a couple more random cooking utensils then blew her nose and stuffed the handkerchief in the same pocket. “Mothers always send cookies with their boys leaving home, I didn't want you to feel unloved.”
Peter set the book aside and pulled her close instead, "With a mother like you? Impossible."
The Astons came down with the last of Cat's things. Her father tucked them under the seat and dusted his hands, "That should last you a while, especially if Lord Creven provides utilities.”
“I'm sure there's a catch.” Cat said.
"No no!" Her mother assured her, "My sources say it's completely free!"
"Yeah, well," Cat folded her arms, "Your Book Club tends to embellish."
Her mother folded her arms as well, "I never embellish."
The women stared at each other a moment Peter and Raymond exchanged a knowing look over their heads. The Earth Curse sighed, he'd miss the place despite it all, "We should probably get going."
"You should?" Sheila peeped.
He squeezed her with his bandaged arm, "Goodbye Mom."
"Goodbye dear," Mona hugged her daughter tight, "Write often, I want every little detail."
"Try to get a plot far from town," Her father advised.
"We'll take what we can get," Cat said.
"And don't cast any spells." He prompted.
"Yeah we'll see about that." Cat spooled her loop of string around her wrist and gave her travel buddy a nudge, "Shall we?"
He nodded, "I'm driving."
"What!? No you're not!"
“I am so.” He climbed the low step into the coachman's seat and pinched the reigns in his stiff hands, giving them a tug to prove he was capable.
Cat shook her head and conceded. "Fine fine." She climbed in behind and gestured dramatically to the road laid before them. “To Castleton!”
That's it for now! I hope you enjoyed!