Eked out some more notes for Apocalypse Pictures Presents, but I'm not very happy with the progress. Had a pretty good breakthrough a few weeks ago, when I discovered my opening, but since then . . . not so much.
Last week, I mentioned how tempted I was to just jump into the first draft, and figure out the rest as I go. Today, that temptation is even stronger. I need to shake things up, to rattle myself out of my complacency. Embarking on a new novel would certainly do the trick. It would also impose some much-needed structure on my writing time.
If I decide to start drafting now, it would mark the least amount of preparation I've ever done for a novel. I'm unsure of the wisdom of this . . . but really, if I possessed any genuine wisdom, I wouldn't be a writer of genre fiction. Which is the wisest thing I have to say at this juncture.
So I dunno. It's looking like Magic Meter might be making an appearance next week. No promises or anything, but be aware that the possibility exists.
No updates for Write Club.
Laterz . . .