I don’t know, maybe someone could look a woman like this in the eye right off the bat. But it would be a braver person than me.

I wasn’t twenty feet in—just past where Rod could see me through the trees—and she appeared. Not a sound, mind you. Not a twig breaking to warn me. Stealth personified. She’s wild, too. I mean, like, really wild. Like she was born wild. Now she’s sniffing me like an animal. I’m too weirded out to do anything but wait in my soaking wet pants, trying not to pee them. Read the rest of this entry

In this section, you’ll see the “middle” versions of the chapters…somewhere between a first draft and a final draft. It’s fleshed out, corrects problems, gives more feeling and sense of place, etc… Compare a first draft to an edited draft to really get a sense of the process. There may be more than one version of an edited chapter, and if so, you’ll see Edited Chapter 1, Edited Chapter 1a, etc…