The Cutting Floor

First written: June 11, 2009

Editors eh! They always want to cut your best bits. The first draft of Sacrifice had a particularly steamy sex scene that my English editor thought  "too strong" and instructed me to cut. I sulked at the time, but in retrospect, I admit, I'm heartily grateful.

The one remaining intimate scene, mild as a milkmaid in comparison, still had tongues wagging, eye-lids winking and elbows nudging in the part of rural Buckinghamshire where I live. For weeks after Sacrifice was published I couldn't go to a dinner party without someone giving me a knowing look and muttering, 'window ledge, eh!'  'Just the right height, is it?' I couldn't enter a room without feeling like every person in it had an intimate knowledge of my sexual habits and preferences.

Funny thing this, no one ever imagines a crime writer has actually committed their on-page violence in real life. Not a single person has ever said to me, 'So, Sharon, have you actually taken a blunt instrument, forced it through a woman's rib cage and then used a surgical scalpel to remove her still-beating heart; and was there much blood?' Somehow, though, they always imagine the kinkiest, most adventurous sex is based on personal experience.

Now, let's just think about this for a moment. I'm a middle class English mum, with a home, a child, a job, a dog and a pile of ironing that continually and magically replenishes itself. Seriously - how likely is it? 

What were we talking about? Editors cutting scenes. My UK editor, (nicest girl in the world until she picks up her red pen) has just made me cut my favourite scene from my third book. True, it was a bit gory. Yes, it featured a young girl wearing a decapitated pig's head over her own like a carnival mask. But it was all very tastefully done, you understand. C'est la vie! It's gone and the world will never know how great it could have been.

badgerAnd then there was the dead badger story in Awakening. My agent didn't like it. I ignored her. My English editor suggested it be cut. I pretended I hadn't heard. My US editor got on the case and at that point I gave in. Red pens on both sides of the Atlantic defeat me every time. But you know what, I still think it would have worked, providing a welcome note of levity in what shapes up to be a very dark novel. Anyway, judge for yourself. Here is the badger tale the world will never read. 

By noon, Jim had started to cheer up. He even went so far as telling me, for what was probably the tenth time, his favourite badger story.  A good friend of his - an amateur taxidermist (I know, you didn't think such people existed but, believe me, in the south-west of England, they do) was driving down a country lane one night when he hit a badger. He stopped, examined the beast, concluded by its complete lack of movement and any sign of vitals that it was dead and decided to make use of the carcass. He loaded it into the back of his car and set off for home feeling mightily pleased with himself. As he was driving through Honiton, he heard snuffling, grunting noises coming from behind him. The badger, not dead at all, had woken up with a sore head and a bad attitude. Now, the car was a hatchback - no barrier at all between the driver and the increasingly irate badger. So, what would you do, says Jim at this point, you're in the middle of a large town, not a mile from the police station, on a light summer evening when just about half of Devon is out to take the air and you're trapped in a car with fifteen kilograms of pissed-off badger. 

What Jim's friend did, according to Jim, is get out of and lock his car, beat a hasty retreat from the scene and then report it stolen. The car was found - very soon of course, I imagine it would have attracted quite a large crowd by this time - the badger captured and released back into the wild. Devon police are still trying to solve the puzzle of how a 1.8litre, Ford Mondeo could be stolen by a badger.

I'm sorry, I still think this if funny. Especially as it's 95% true. Someone I used to know really did put a dead badger in the back of his car, only to discover some very real consequences of resurrection.

3 comments for “The Cutting Floor”

  1. Gravatar of DoyleneDoylene
    Posted 01 February 2010 at 21:14:10

    Oh WOW!! I agree, this story should have been included. All the way in Kansas, I had heard a very similiar story that was supposed to have happened around here! Is this an urban myth?! In any case, it was a happy ending for the badger, and teaches everyone: not to mess with badgers! (I love them, by the way, and collect them in figurines). I also LOVE your books and cannot wait to read BLOOD HARVEST. Though American, I am married to an Englishman, and love the UK, have spent much time there (though never enough), and savour all your descriptions of the countryside. Keep up the great work!!!!!!!

  2. Gravatar of alan eamesalan eames
    Posted 19 February 2010 at 14:54:37

    agreed, do not mess with em, they are nowhere near as nice as we are led to believe, we had one near here got stuck in a garage and the owner thought it was so cuddly he went to...... got a chunk out of his leg.

  3. Gravatar of SJSJ
    Posted 21 February 2010 at 17:44:49

    Glad I'm not the only one who loves the badger story. I heard it from what I've always assumed to be a very good authority. It simply never occurred to me it might be an urban (rural?) myth but I guess it's possible.

    By the way, thanks for your e mail, Alan, and well done for spotting my "deliberate" mistake in Sacrifice. I'm not a horsy person myself but am surrounded by them. You'd have thought someone would have pointed it out before hundreds of thousands of copies were distributed worldwide! In laws, eh!

    You should try Awakening next - see if you can spot the howler in that one too!

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