A day late with this progress report, as I just got back from World Fantasy Con. Full con report is forthcoming, but for now, we’ll just discuss verbiage–only 1K’s worth, in this case, inching Magic Meter forward, like so:
Hey, gimme a break. I was at World Fantasy Con. In fact, I’m still on vacation. Quit bugging me.
Oh, all right, fine. Here’s a snippet:
“You’re leaving the team?”
Florence stepped over a protruding tree root, supporting herself on the trunk. “This isn’t a surprise to you, right?”
Actually, it was. But Susan supposed it shouldn’t have been. Even so . . . “Now? After everything we’ve been through?”
“Because of everything we’ve been through,” Terry said. “Johnny getting killed was bad enough. But this plan to sneak into the backlot–” He shook his head. “Susan, what the hell is the man thinking?”
“He says he knows a way in. I believe him.”
Terry ducked under some low-hanging branches, held them out of the way for Susan and Florence. “Yeah, and how does he know a way in? There’s something he isn’t telling us.”
Susan recalled her conversation with Gil the night they’d buried Johnny. “What about you, Terry? What aren’t you telling us? Or how about you, Florence?”
One update for Write Club: Tier one reject from Tor.com. Response time, nine months.
There. Satisfied? Now go away.
