The first four chapters, one-third of the novel, have expanded to 20,000+ words. I find that I’m writing 3,000 words a sitting now. The only issue is, I can’t write every day but am averaging three days a week now. I’m gearing up for a push through the second third and it looks like that may run to 20,000 words, so I’m expecting this first draft may exceed 60,000 words, even 70,000.
I continue to feed my work to a couple of close friends, one friend is an avid reader of sci-fy and his comments have been especially helpful. Last night he told me that already the novel is better than 75% of the novels he’s read. That’s good considering it’s a first draft.
The hardest thing for me was abandoning wordsmithing, just writing a chapter with minimal editing and moving on. Since I broke that barrier, my biggest problem has been getting up and just walking away until another sitting. The more I become involved in doing this mind dump, the more I feel that writing a novel is a kind of mental illness you subject yourself to. Well, for me it feels that way. Not saying it’s true.