The Next Historical is at a tad over 80,000 words. Normally, I’d say that’s more or less done, just polishing left. But as I work my way through the chapters, writing new ones, deleting old ones, fixing the survivors, I feel like I am heading into a dark and very scary place.
Monsters in the form of really old chapters that don’t reflect the current story. Which makes me feel like my actual word count is something more like 50,000 which is a panic number. Ack! Ack! Carolyn running around panicking
I continue forward into this unknown country from which this writer may never return, ready to fight monsters with my trusty… er… keyboard, delete, backspace, select-all delete, undo, redo, and
q w e r t y u i o p a s d f g h j k l z x c v b n m
(but not necessarily in that order, plus there will be lots of repetition of the little buggers, hopefully in new and sparkly combinations)
K. That’s how I’m feeling. And now, for a quickie post of good news. In the next post. Not this one!