While in the process of writing The Lerewood, I wrote myself notes—small, insignificant gems—that I thought I would incorporate into the story. But, a lot of these facts were cut from the final manuscript for a variety of reasons.
In this blog, I’m going to reveal three things that got cut from The Lerewood (kind of like deleted scenes). Lucky you!
1. Originally, I had it so that Lerewood wasn’t completely surrounded by forest. On the northeast corner, the town had a pier. The pier served as their main means for survival: trading. They traded things like wool, skins, and fish. At one point I was working on a scene in which Mayor Fendley was discussing something with a Mongol named Akbar, a prominent trader with Lerewood. Eventually, it was changed so that Lerewood was completely isolated, as it supported an even better storyline. It allows the reader to ask themselves how the townspeople survive in such complete isolation. The town’s survival becomes a mystery, and it gave birth to a curse.
2. When writing a story, I always like to have a very specific setting. In the final manuscript, Lerewood is set in an unidentified land and time. It’s meant to allow the reader to use their imagination; The Lerewood could be a far away land or closer to home, set in the beginning of time itself or in current day. However, when I first started writing, I originally placed the Lerewood in fifteenth century Scotland; more specifically, north of Edinburgh, over the Firth of Forth and south of St. Andrews. Eventually, the specific setting was cut because I liked the idea of ambiguity.
3. For a long time I struggled with a large part of The Lerewood, which I eventually cut out: a haunting rhyme. Besides editing the poem itself many times, at first I had Uallas’ two children sing the Song of The Lerewood Forest. Then, I added it before the novel, sort of like a prologue. In the end, I decided to just remove it. Below you’ll find the original, unedited poem:
The Lerewood; what is it that gives off its way of darkness?
Is it the cold of the night that terrors all who venture near it?
Or is it the pathway that descends to nowhere?
The legends penetrate its reputation.
The minds of all are brainwashed by the myth.
Its villainous treachery, to and fro, has a mind of its own.
What is the chill that debars its victims?
Is it the victims on their own…?
No one could ever know.
And yet, could the answer be eclipsed in the mind?
Is it hidden, the truth that may possibly keep one from knowing the danger that lives inside?
When the fallen Earth welcomes a hate, it consumes an infant.
The order of death is given, and a misconception is formed.
It takes away a certain relief, that it cannot be destroyed.
The window of the mind is locked, for all are taught the basis of deception: evil.
For as time approaches, the age will come for the curse of the betrayal to be forgiven.
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