Rewrote one of the tougher chapters of Wet Work last week, and . . . uh, that’s about it. Not a productive seven days on the writing front. I could make excuses–there were multiple family obligations, after all–but why bother? Here’s a rather pathetic and dejected Magic Meter:
Oh, wait. It’s me who’s pathetic and dejected.
Now I find myself face to face with my mortal enemy–also known as Chapter Twelve. Here’s where the most extensive rewriting needs to happen. I basically have to scrap most of this chapter and redo it from scratch, which means I have to switch from my Rewrite Brain to my First Draft Brain. As you might imagine, this plays bloody hell with one’s momentum. And changing out one brain for another . . . well, let’s just say it can get messy.
Write Club update: Tier one reject from Shock Totem. Response time, about six weeks.
Now, then. Scalpel, please . . .
