I used to ask this all the time and I decided that maybe as writers we will never really feel done.
Guess what, I think I was wrong.
That's right, mark it on your calendars. This only happens about once every ten years.
Okay, more like ten minutes, but who's counting? ;)
I think I've found my last revisions on Oracle. It isn't even the same book it was when I typed "The End" last December. It has changed so much and gotten so much stronger. At some points I felt there were always going to be things that bothered me about it, but I've pin-pointed and resolved them one at a time.
Now, for the first time, I'm confident this rewrite is going to resolve the last loose end that will truly tighten the story. It's a massive relief to feel like I can finally put it aside and feel finished.
Don't get me wrong... I know that if I get an agent/editor that I will probably have to do more revisions and I'm fine with that. I just know that this will make it as good as I am currently capable of getting it--and I'm pumped!
Here is the semi-new opening. I probably won't be changing much here. Let me know what you think. Are you hooked?
Chapter 1: Weapon
Why was the fool girl out in the desert with a monsoon coming anyway? Cam shook his head and crouched further down beside the prison van. The wind buffeted his orange uniform around his body. The weight he’d lost in prison made everything loose on him.
He watched Alexis Porter shade her eyes, trying to see through the other window. He was intensely grateful that the van didn’t have any windows in the back. It insured she wouldn’t see the guards inside, his guards, lying unconscious in the prisoner area. They wouldn’t remain that way forever. He needed to make his move soon.
She shrugged, seeming to determine the van was empty—exactly as he’d hoped. Her long, dark curls whipped wildly in the turbulent air. Climbing back on her bike, it took all her weight to push down one pedal, straining against the rising wind. In the waves of blowing sand, she’d only gone about twenty feet before he started having difficulty making out her retreating form.
He took a few deep breaths. When he cornered her she’d be automatically wary. His uniform alone would raise serious suspicion. There was nothing he could do about that now. He’d play his part. The girl was here and he’d come for her.
When he felt confident she wouldn’t turn around—Cam ran after her.