Since last we chatted, I’ve logged five chapters and then some on the rewrite of Wet Work. Now that’s more like it. Magic Meter looks like this:
The end is in sight. Another four chapters to go, and I’m eager to finish them, so let’s just get right to our snippet:
Snippety goodness . . .
Managed two chapters and change on Wet Work last week. I was hoping to finish three, but I suppose I can’t be too upset. It was certainly an improvement on the previous week. And the toughest part of this rewrite is now in my rear-view mirror. There let it remain. Magic Meter says,
Now I must make a beeline for the finish. I had hoped to be done by the Fourth of July. That probably won’t happen unless I have a couple days’ worth of miraculous output. And you know, I almost never have days of miraculous output. Just not much miraculous about me, really.
Anyway, here’s a snippet, for your edification:
Rewrote one of the tougher chapters of Wet Work last week, and . . . uh, that’s about it. Not a productive seven days on the writing front. I could make excuses–there were multiple family obligations, after all–but why bother? Here’s a rather pathetic and dejected Magic Meter:
Oh, wait. It’s me who’s pathetic and dejected.
Now I find myself face to face with my mortal enemy–also known as Chapter Twelve. Here’s where the most extensive rewriting needs to happen. I basically have to scrap most of this chapter and redo it from scratch, which means I have to switch from my Rewrite Brain to my First Draft Brain. As you might imagine, this plays bloody hell with one’s momentum. And changing out one brain for another . . . well, let’s just say it can get messy.
Write Club update: Tier one reject from Shock Totem. Response time, about six weeks.
Now, then. Scalpel, please . . .