Finished the rewrite of “The Winter Palace” last week, making Magic Meter look thus:
Alert readers will note that I managed to cut about 500 words. That’s . . . OK, I guess, considering that I’d added a fair amount of stuff, too. That I ended up with a net loss of verbiage is a small victory. I still think the piece is too long, though. I’m sure my suspicions will be confirmed when it gets back from its ritualistic evisceration beta read.
Oops. Sorry about that. Freudian slip, doncha know.
Ye Olde Obligatory Snippet:
She spun and hurled the rock at Gan. He ducked; it hit the wall behind him and clattered to the floor. He reared back, hissing, mouth open, fangs bared.
She hadn’t intended to throw the rock at him, but her rage at his deception boiled over like water in a pot left on the fire for too long.
The two faced each other, Gan hissing, Jessica standing with her hands curled into fists, chest heaving.
Next up . . . um, I’m not really sure. A bit of biz to take care of, natch—database updates, sending out mss, et cetera. But after that, I’m kinda wide open. There’s still Rewrite Project #3, aka Apocalypse Pictures Presents, but I’m fairly tired of rewrites at this juncture. I need to produce some new copy.
Given that we’re already past the halfway point in the year, it would seem well past time for me to start a new novel. Not sure what that would be, though. I have a few ideas rattling around in the old noggin, but that’s all they are at this point. So it seems a drawing board is in my future.
No updates for Write Club.
And I’m gone, baby. Gone.
