Matthew S. Rotundo's Pixeltown

I mentioned last week that I was seriously considering jumping right in and starting the first draft of Apocalypse Pictures Presents.  And just the thought of it seemed to jar something loose in the old noggin.  In very short order, the first act took shape, as did some possible hints about the second.

Nothing like the yawning abyss of a blank page to get those creative juices flowing.

Anyway, that means I did more note-making last week, so there will be no Magic Meter today, after all.  I know, I know.  I can hear your wails of disappointment from here.  But on the upside, I feel more confident about starting this thing now.  So fear not, Magic Meter fans: you won't have long to wait.

No updates for Write Club.

I'm out.

Eked out some more notes for Apocalypse Pictures Presents, but I'm not very happy with the progress.  Had a pretty good breakthrough a few weeks ago, when I discovered my opening, but since then . . . not so much.

Last week, I mentioned how tempted I was to just jump into the first draft, and figure out the rest as I go.  Today, that temptation is even stronger.  I need to shake things up, to rattle myself out of my complacency.  Embarking on a new novel would certainly do the trick.  It would also impose some much-needed structure on my writing time.

If I decide to start drafting now, it would mark the least amount of preparation I've ever done for a novel.  I'm unsure of the wisdom of this . . . but really, if I possessed any genuine wisdom, I wouldn't be a writer of genre fiction.  Which is the wisest thing I have to say at this juncture.

So I dunno.  It's looking like Magic Meter might be making an appearance next week.  No promises or anything, but be aware that the possibility exists.

No updates for Write Club.

Laterz . . .