And that’s another 3600 words on Apocalypse Pictures Presents. See?
Schedule disruptions once again prevented me from hitting my weekly word goal. I’d be discouraged about this, if I had the time to indulge in self-pity. But I don’t, so I won’t. Nobody wants to hear me whine, anyway.
I’m right at the climax now. And even now, at the eleventh hour, it’s still hard to maintain focus. Perhaps it would be good to review a guiding principle from the mind of George Lucas:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mMDV3eISLPs
I get all my life wisdom from the movies, doncha know.
Here’s a very quick peek at the climax:
“You have to know by now that you have no chance of escaping. So make it easy on yourself: give yourself up, and tell me where I can find Catherine. Throw yourself on the mercy of the court.”
Gil glanced at the camera again, and knew which way he had to go.
Sorry, kids; that’s all you get today. Wouldn’t want to spoil your surprise. Now finish your dinner.
Productivity will likely take another hit this week. The taxman cometh on Saturday, and I am woefully unprepared for him. But we’ll see what I can get done.
No updates for Write Club.
Laterz.
