Another three chapters–almost–on Wet Work. Magic Meter says:
Not overly pleased with this progress; I should be further along than I am. Seems I’m doing an awful lot of foot-dragging–my very strong lazy streak coming out. Do I have to do all this work, Mommy? Why are you so mean to me?
If I’m to have any hope of finishing this rewrite by the end of the month, I need to kick it into gear. And wouldn’t you know it? Up next are what I expect will be the two most challenging chapters, the ones that will require the most substantial revisions.
Aw gee, Mom, do I have to?
Yes, little Matt, I’m afraid you do.
I don’t like you anymore. <stomps off in a huff>
Anyway, after I get through those next two chapters, I should be able to wrap up the rest in fairly short order. I think. I hope. And if not, I can always hold my breath until everyone starts being nicer to me. So there.
Oh, and before I slam the door and commence to sulking like a proper brat, here’s your snippet:
Read on, if you dare . . .