Notched another 2300 words on the Apocalypse Pictures Presents rewrite—or, to put it in Magic Meter terms:
That’s not very much, frankly. Establishing a good rhythm has been challenging. Maybe I need a metronome.
On the plus side, recasting chapter 3 in a different POV went pretty well. So there’s that.
Snippet? Sure, if you insist:
“Say that again,” he said.
“Huh?”
He gestured impatiently, his hand fluttering. “What you just said. What was it?”
“I said, there might not even be a Manhattan anymore.”
He dug in his pocket, produced a pencil. He flipped to the end of the notebook and began scribbling in the dark. She watched, baffled, wondering how he could ever hope to read it later, given how fast he was writing.
“Gil—“
“Give me a minute.”
He’d gone rigid, except for the scribbling hand, as if someone had hit him with a jolt from a car battery. He scrawled for a full minute without stopping, filling a page.
Finally, he paused, noticed Susan watching him, her mouth slightly open. She didn’t know whether to be amazed or concerned.
“Manhattan,” he said. “That’s the answer.”
No updates for Write Club.
Here’s hoping for better days ahead.
Onward.
