Matthew S. Rotundo's Pixeltown

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 . . .

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 . . .