Back on the productivity wagon, logging 5K on Apocalypse Pictures Presents. Magic Meter is pleased:
Passed a couple of milestones last week: first, I closed out Act One. Second, I passed the 40K mark, which makes Apocalypse Pictures Presents officially a novel, according to SFWA.
Gawd, it’s been a slog these last few weeks. I’m well and truly into the infamous Muddle in the Middle. And brother, we’re talking some serious muddle here. On the Muddle Scale, it’s probably up there at about 9.5. Maybe even 9.6. It takes nerves of steel to navigate muddle of that magnitude.
Look what I found in the muddle last week:
“You’re not allowed in there,” the pastor said. “None of you.”
Susan pulled her pistol, put it to the man’s head. “This guy’s seen too much.”
Gil was inclined to agree. They could probably stow the body in the closet. That would buy them a few days, before the smell finally drove someone to investigate. By then, they would be–
“No,” the Animate said. “Don’t. You can’t. He’s too important. He would be missed.”
Gil winced. “Fine. We’ll bring him, then. You’ll get to decide what to do with him.” He addressed the rest of the group. “Let’s go. Everyone into the tunnel. Quick, before the good pastor’s friends arrive.”
One thing after another. He’d never get the damned movie made at this rate.
(Disclaimer: Kids, don’t try this at home. I am a trained professional.)
No updates for Write Club.
Uncharted waters ahead . . .
