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Archive for June, 2012

Progress Report, in which I run hot and cold

My “quick editing pass” on “Just a Game” is proving to be not so quick.  Shocker!  Nonetheless, I finished a read-through and rewrote the first scene.  That’s worth a new Magic Meter, right?

Had a bit of a rough patch during the read-through, where I thought the story might be irreparably broken.  Now, I normally run hot and cold on a piece at any given stage of the drafting process, but I rarely feel like it’s hopeless.  And after all the work I’ve put into this one, I would have been pretty damned bummed to scrap it.

Fortunately, a few hours later, I hit upon an idea for a fix, so game on.  Now, if I can just figure out a way to cut 1,000 words from this thing . . .

Oh, and I finally hit upon a new title:  “Spectator Sport.”   Trust me, it’s an improvement.

A snippet for ya:

“So there really is a curse, then?  And you can break it?”

She gave a knowing smile.  “Oh, I suppose I could.  I’m the one that did the cursing, after all.”

“Why would you do something like that?”

She stood again, towering over him.  “I guess I was wrong about you.  I thought you had a lot of nerve, but it turns out you’re even more of a rookie than I thought.  Your dad had more smarts than you, and he wasn’t exactly what I’d call brilliant.”

Write Club update:  Tier one bounce from Apex.  Response time, 16 days.

I’m out.

Current Music: "Killing Time"--Triumph

Buzzy Mag Performs “Odd Jobs”

My story “Odd Jobs” is now up at Buzzy Mag!

And before you ask—no, this story has nothing at all to do with my own insecurities about home improvement work and automobile repair, nothing at all to do with my utter incompetence at any task that requires the use of tools.

Nothing.  At all.


Progress Report, in which there is a weather delay

I mentioned last week that the race was on.  This week, though, we ran into a bit of rain delay.  Oh, I managed a few more notes on the Wet Work sequel, and might have a general sense of the plot, but then family obligations stepped in and stopped me cold.  Also, I have to take a quick editing pass through the rewrite of “Just a Game,” which needs, among other things, a new title.

So please stand by.  Grab yourself another beer from the mini-fridge, and I’m sure we’ll see the green flag again shortly.

Write Club update:  A month and a half to a tier one form rejection from an agent on a novel query.

Onward, albeit in fits in starts.

Current Music: "The Wreckers"--Rush