Notched another 5.1K words on Wet Work last week. Magic Meter say:
Easier going this time, now that I have some idea where I’m headed for the next few pages. I even got a hint about what’s going to happen in the second act (gasp and swoon!). As always, the solution was blindingly obvious, just sitting there, right in front of me.
A "duh" moment, to be sure. But you know, I’ll take it. Sometimes you live for the "duh" moments.
And hey, just to prove I’ve been working, and because it’s kinda fun, here’s a little snippet from the work (rated PG-13, for those of a delicate constitution):In a whisper, he said, "You don’t want to mess with those people. They the coldest motherfuckers I ever knew my whole life."
Emily allowed a brittle smile. She was pretty sure she knew some colder motherfuckers than Le’andre could dare to imagine. "You let me worry about that."
No updates for Write Club.
Outta here.
