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Larry Crossett is yet another friend from the ABNA forums, and he's brought us a sample from his thriller, NIGHTMARE DELUSION. Let's see what we can do with it!
Larry Crossett is yet another friend from the ABNA forums, and he's brought us a sample from his thriller, NIGHTMARE DELUSION. Let's see what we can do with it!
The Original:
Dawn Taylor pushed a wheeled
aluminum ice cart along the brightly lit west corridor of Lincoln's Manor
Convalescent Center. At each numbered
door along the way she knocked perfunctorily, then stepped in and gathered two
plastic ice-water pitchers, one off each of the hospital-style bedside
tables. She wore white slacks and a pale
blue top, her long dark hair tied back with a rubber band, but for a few errant
strands.
Usually
the pitchers were still full from yesterday.
Regardless, she would empty them into the bathroom sink and bring them
out to scoop in fresh ice before refilling them with water.
This
was the easiest chore of her day, but Dawn didn't like it. Nearly every room she entered had a resident
or two in need of something: turning over in bed, help from wheelchair to
toilet, a tissue they couldn't reach….
Seldom was anyone crying out for fresh ice in his or her water
pitcher. But while she wore these little
vinyl gloves, Public Health said she couldn't do anything but pass the
ice. She needed to stay sanitary.
She
was searching room 63 for Montgomery Josephson's missing water pitcher lid, the
resident slumped over asleep in his wheelchair, when she heard the page:
"Dawn, come to the desk, please."
The
nursing home's intercom system was used freely.
That particular page came a dozen times a day, when the nurse wanted her
to take a temperature or help transfer a resident. During the ice pass, though, they would call another
CNA for such chores. Dawn was
apprehensive as she walked the fifty feet to the nurses' station.
"Your
mother, Dawn," one of the nurses told her.
"Line two."
Personal
calls to employees were frowned upon, but when they came in they were
allowed. Dawn's mother did not hesitate
to call if she needed something from the grocery store, or wanted to vent about
an undeserved charge on a medical bill.
Dawn could not discourage her.
Today's
call, however, was neither of those. She
knew that before she picked up the receiver.
"Dawn,
we did it," her mother announced.
"Eric is coming home!"
Shit.
"That's great, Mom."
"It
was the way he handled himself at the hearing.
He spoke right up, looking those people in the eye."
"I
know, you told me about it."
"He's
coming home next Wednesday, Dawn. He
just called."
"Okay,
that's fine. I—"
"You'll
have to go get him. One o'clock, they
said."
"All
right, Mom. I know. I'll be there."
"This
is so wonderful. I've prayed for
this."
"Yeah,
Ma, it is. I'm happy for you. I've got to go. I've got someone on the pot."
The Condensation:
Dawn Taylor pushed a
wheeled aluminum ice cart along the brightly lit west corridor of Lincoln's
Manor Convalescent Center. At each
numbered door along the way she knocked perfunctorily, then stepped in and
gathered two plastic ice-water pitchers, one off each of the hospital-style
bedside tables. She wore white slacks
and a pale blue top, her long dark hair tied back with a rubber band, but for a
few errant strands.
Carts
have wheels, but instead of changing "a" to "an" we can
make it more familiar by using "the." Because she's stopping at
"each" door, we don't need "along the way."
"Perfunctorily"
isn't needed if we make the action perfunctory, and we can do so by boiling out
"then".
The
pitchers themselves are not "plastic ice-water," and that they contain
(or will contain) ice water is obvious from the rest of the piece, so let's
boil out "ice-water." Meantime, we can combine "two" with
"each" to get "both." "Of the" can go without
loss of content.
I
don't know why, but I've never been a big fan of "wore" as a verb.
It's not terribly descriptive, and it seems to me that we can get more
content-per-word when we think of clever ways to eliminate it. As an example
here (which is too forward because I haven't discussed it with the author, but
I'm going to do it anyway because this is a blog post and not a proper edit),
we could use the word to convey a variety of truths about her work environment
as it pertains to her wardrobe: Does it make her invisible? Does it make her
conspicuous? I'm going to go with "invisible," and combine this
sentence with the last one to help it flow a little better.
Long
hair that has been tied back is a pony tail.
Finally,
I'm going to rearrange the order a little to facilitate a smoother transition
into the next paragraph.
Dawn
Taylor pushed the aluminum ice cart along the brightly lit west corridor of
Lincoln's Manor Convalescent Center, a few errant strands writhing free from
the rubber band holding her dark pony tail. Invisible in white slacks and a
pale blue top, at each numbered door she knocked, stepped in, and gathered
plastic pitchers from both hospital-style bedside tables.
Usually the pitchers were still full from yesterday. Regardless, she would empty them into the
bathroom sink and bring them out to scoop in fresh ice before refilling them
with water.
We
can combine the first sentence with the second, thereby combining "the
pitchers" and "them" while eliminating "regardless."
In this case "still" is clutter, and can be boiled out with no loss
of content.
"She
would" = "She'd."
We
can boil out "and" in favor of a comma, take "to" along
with it, and change "before" to "and"—the sequentiality is
implied.
Usually full from yesterday, she'd empty
the pitchers into the bathroom sink, bring them out, scoop in fresh ice, and
refill them with water.
This was the easiest chore of her day, but Dawn didn't like it. Nearly every room she entered had a resident
or two in need of something: turning over in bed, help from wheelchair to
toilet, a tissue they couldn't reach….
Seldom was anyone crying out for fresh ice in his or her water
pitcher. But while she wore these little
vinyl gloves, Public Health said she couldn't do anything but pass the ice. She needed to stay sanitary.
"Was"
always invites further scrutiny. Sometimes we need a more active verb, other
times we can just eliminate it by trimming a few words.
Entering
the rooms has already been established, so we can boil down the next sentence
by making the residents the subject. At the end of that sentence, "they
couldn't reach" is implied by the fact that they need help with it.
"Was"
again invites scrutiny, and while boiling it out we might as well take
"his or her water pitcher" with it, as we already know this is where
the ice goes. As for "fresh" ice, it doesn't spoil, so as long as
it's still ice, it's "fresh," so let's boil that out.
We
can combine the last two sentences by making the vinyl gloves stay sanitary.
Her easiest chore, she didn't like it. Residents
always needed something: turning over in bed, help from wheelchair to toilet, a
tissue…. Seldom would anyone cry out for
ice. But Public Health said she couldn't do anything while passing ice because
her vinyl gloves needed to stay sanitary.
She was searching room 63 for Montgomery Josephson's missing water
pitcher lid, the resident slumped over asleep in his wheelchair, when she heard
the page: "Dawn, come to the desk, please."
We
can avoid the redundancy of Montgomery Josephson being the resident by starting
the sentence with his position—where "slumped over asleep" is
"slept"—or better yet "snoozed" because that has a slumpier
feel to it. (Yes, I know, "slumpier" is not a word!)
The
missing water pitcher lid can lose "missing" because otherwise she
wouldn't have to search for it, and "water" because we already know
what the pitchers are for.
"Heard,"
like all sensory verbs, aren't necessary in a single POV, so let's boil it out.
Montgomery Josephson, room 63, snoozed in
his wheelchair. Dawn searched for the lid to his pitcher and a page chimed.
"Dawn, come to the desk, please."
The nursing home's intercom system was used freely. That particular page came a dozen times a
day, when the nurse wanted her to take a temperature or help transfer a
resident. During the ice pass, though,
they would call another CNA for such chores.
Dawn was apprehensive as she walked the fifty feet to the nurses'
station.
The
first sentence is utterly redundant with the second.
"That
particular page" can lose "particular."
The
third sentence can be replaced with "but not during the ice pass."
We
can boil out the "was" by moving "apprehensive" to the
beginning of the last sentence. "The fifty feet" can lose
"the."
That page came a dozen times a day, when
the nurse wanted her to take a temperature or help transfer a resident, but not
during the ice pass. Apprehensive, Dawn walked fifty feet to the nurses'
station.
"Your mother, Dawn," one of the nurses told her. "Line two."
"One
of the nurses" is "a nurse," and instead of a dialogue tag (told
her), we can add a small action tag instead. Also, we can drop
"Dawn," as people rarely use one another's names in direct address.
The nurse looked up. "Your mother. Line
two."
Personal calls to employees were frowned upon, but when they came in
they were allowed. Dawn's mother did not
hesitate to call if she needed something from the grocery store, or wanted to
vent about an undeserved charge on a medical bill. Dawn could not discourage her.
Today's call, however, was neither of those. She knew that before she picked up the
receiver.
The
passive voice here is fine, as we're talking about a company policy, but
"when they came in they were" is unnecessary. I'm somewhat inclined
to boil out "to employees," but to make it absolutely clear that
we're not talking about calls to/from residents I've decided to leave it in.
Lack
of hesitation is conveyed through the list of trivialities, wherein we can boil
"grocery" from "grocery store," "wanted" from
"or wanted to," and "an undeserved charge on a medical
bill" is an "undeserved medical charge."
"Could
not" = "couldn't."
We
can combine the last two sentences, and thus boil out a few words. As we know
that phones have receivers, we can boil out "the receiver" from the
end of the sentence.
Personal calls to employees were frowned
upon but allowed. Dawn's mother called
if she needed something from the store, or to vent about an undeserved medial charge.
Dawn couldn't discourage her.
She knew this was different before she
picked up.
"Dawn, we did it," her mother announced. "Eric is coming home!"
Shit. "That's great, Mom."
"It was the way he handled himself at the hearing. He spoke right up, looking those people in
the eye."
"I know, you told me about it."
"He's coming home next Wednesday, Dawn. He just called."
"Okay, that's fine.
I—"
"You'll have to go get him.
One o'clock, they said."
"All right, Mom. I
know. I'll be there."
"This is so wonderful.
I've prayed for this."
"Yeah, Ma, it is. I'm
happy for you. I've got to go. I've got someone on the pot."
We
can lose the speech tag from her mom's first announcement, the later proper
names (Dawn and Ma, respectively), and other than that we can leave this alone.
If the conversation went much further, I'd suggest adding some action—Dawn
reacting physically to the news, or the nurse raising a nosy eyebrow, or
what-have-you to break up the dialogue.
"Dawn, we did it. Eric is coming
home!"
Shit.
"That's great, Mom."
"It was the way he handled himself
at the hearing. He spoke right up, looking those people in the eye."
"I know, you told me about it."
"He's coming home next Wednesday. He
just called."
"Okay, that's fine. I—"
"You'll have to go get him. One
o'clock, they said."
"All right, Mom. I know. I'll be
there."
"This is so wonderful. I've prayed
for this."
"Yeah, it is. I'm happy for you.
I've got to go. I've got someone on the pot."
The Result:
Dawn
Taylor pushed the aluminum ice cart along the brightly lit west corridor of
Lincoln's Manor Convalescent Center, a few errant strands writhing free from
the rubber band holding her dark pony tail. Invisible in white slacks and a
pale blue top, at each numbered door she knocked, stepped in, and gathered
plastic pitchers from both hospital-style bedside tables.
Usually full from yesterday, she'd empty
the pitchers into the bathroom sink, bring them out, scoop in fresh ice, and
refill them with water.
Her easiest chore, she didn't like it. Residents
always needed something: turning over in bed, help from wheelchair to toilet, a
tissue…. Seldom would anyone cry out for
ice. But Public Health said she couldn't do anything while passing ice because
her vinyl gloves needed to stay sanitary.
Montgomery Josephson, room 63, snoozed in
his wheelchair. Dawn searched for the lid to his pitcher and a page chimed.
"Dawn, come to the desk, please."
That page came a dozen times a day, when
the nurse wanted her to take a temperature or help transfer a resident, but not
during the ice pass. Apprehensive, Dawn walked fifty feet to the nurses'
station.
The nurse looked up. "Your mother. Line
two."
Personal calls to employees were frowned
upon but allowed. Dawn's mother called
if she needed something from the store, or to vent about an undeserved medial charge.
Dawn couldn't discourage her.
She knew this was different before she
picked up.
"Dawn, we did it. Eric is coming
home!"
Shit.
"That's great, Mom."
"It was the way he handled himself
at the hearing. He spoke right up, looking those people in the eye."
"I know, you told me about it."
"He's coming home next Wednesday. He
just called."
"Okay, that's fine. I—"
"You'll have to go get him. One
o'clock, they said."
"All right, Mom. I know. I'll be
there."
"This is so wonderful. I've prayed
for this."
"Yeah, it is. I'm happy for you.
I've got to go. I've got someone on the pot."
That's 337 words, down
from 443, a reduction of 24%. What do you think?