Last week’s writing time was spent working on a rewrite for "Odd Jobs." Had a deadline.
(I just love saying that. It always makes me feel like a real writer.)
This was a pretty minor rewrite, but one I’m glad I did. The editorial direction I’d gotten made clear that the editor knew exactly what I was going for in this story, and her suggestions really helped bring that out more clearly. Always a nice feeling when you and your editor are on the same page. So to speak.
As a reminder to those playing along at home: "Odd Jobs" will appear in a forthcoming issue of Buzzy Mag. Care for a snippet?
Most of the basement level had been finished as a rec room: white carpet, wood paneling, bookshelves, an old couch-and-love-seat set. Steve peered into corners and crevices, found only a few cobwebs.
The utility room was yet unfinished. The floor was concrete, the walls bare cinder block. Steve checked around the furnace and behind the washer and dryer. He was about to dig into the storage space under the basement stairs when he noticed a dark stain on the floor, about the size of a saucer.
He knelt. In the dim light, the stain appeared almost black–with perhaps a hint of maroon. He touched trembling fingers to it, found it cool and sticky. He held his fingers to his face. The reddish tinge of the stain became unmistakable.
Blood. Not quite dried.
No updates for Write Club.
And th-th-that’s all, folks. For now.
