Logged 5.1K on Wet Work last week. Magic Meter is having technical difficulties, so we’ll have to rock this one out old school:
Yeah, I know. It’s just not the same.
Climax is dead ahead. A new possibility for the ending reared its ugly head yesterday–and yikes, is it a downer. But I have a sneaking suspicion it’s the right one.
Hey, it’s not like I enjoy doing this stuff to my characters. Not very much, anyway. Only a little. And I feel really bad about it afterward. I’m actually a very nice guy, really I am.
Look kids! Here comes Mr. Snippet!
"Jesus, Emily," she said under her breath. "Quit wasting time."
She walked toward the wall,
through the wall, and was gone.
Write Club update: Tier one rejection from an anthology. Response time, one day.
And th-th-that’s all, folks.
