I'm still learning to exercise economy of words.
I'm working on the second draft of Pin-Up Girls, and I observed myself in the process of editing. It made me chuckle when this happened, and I'd like to share it with you:
Scotty, a WWII vet, has returned home to the burlesque club where he played trumpet before the war. As he sits backstage, eating cold dumplings, he says:
SCOTTY
Yeah. I remember. Jesus. Why does it feel like I've been gone for a lifetime? Why does everything look so different?
SCOTTY
Yeah. I remember. Jesus. Why does it feel like I've been gone for a lifetime?
Not done editing:
SCOTTY
Yeah. I remember. Jesus. I've been gone a lifetime.
There is just one more thing I'd like to do:
SCOTTY
Yeah. I remember.
(pause)
Jesus. I've been gone a lifetime.