As discussed in our previous installment, I spent much of last week working on a road map for the ending of Apocalypse Pictures Presents. I think I have it figured out now, at least in the broad strokes. I think.
And I even managed a thousand new words, bringing Magic Meter over the 60K mark:
With new verbiage, of course, comes a new snippet:
They’d spent the last three hours hunting through the Hills, zigzagging in slow sweeps–the best way she could think of to hunt down Eddie McConnell. They could cover more ground more quickly if they split up, but they had no map, and the Hills could be crawling with security. If they ran into hostiles, they stood a better chance together.
As if this wasn’t fool’s errand enough.
The anger surged in her again, for perhaps the hundredth time. And for the hundredth time, she pushed it back down. It would just impair her effectiveness. It was her father talking again. Recognition made her hands shake with restrained rage. She leaned against a tree, bowing her head and closing her eyes until it passed.
Write Club update: Tier one rejection from Electric Literature–my first of the 2012. My first in several months, actually. I’d gone so long without receiving any kind of news on any of my stories that I was actually a little pleased to get it.
Oh, gawd. Did I really just say that I was pleased to get a form rejection? Proof positive that I’ve been at this for too long. Shoot me now.
Response time: Almost 10 months.
Time to see if this map actually leads anywhere . . .
