About ten days ago I took a trip to the Keys. We went as low as Bahia Honda but spent the nights on Islamorada. On returning I had a burst of new energy and set about editing Part II (26,000 words). The editing stirred a lot of good ideas and when I started writing again I was writing over a thousand words a day; one day I did 3,000 words.
In my early plans for the novel, I imagined 50-60,000 words would do the trick. I had plans for two follow-on novels, but I felt I could get a lot said in 60,000 words.
Today I passed the 70,000 word mark and I have five chapters to go. So, at 5,000 words a chapter I’m looking at 25,000 additional words. I’m hoping to cut the last chapter down to maybe 2-3000 words but most calculations give me 90,000+ words.
I realize that a lot of what I’ve written for Part II is crap, so I’ll need feedback from my editor to reel it in. And I’m starting to feel pressure because I don’t expect to submit to agents or publishers before September. And I won’t wait beyond October to publish. That means I’m cutting it close if I intend to enter the world of conventional publishing.
I enjoy the writing more and more. I am living the story through my characters and it is a unique feeling. I’ve said it before but I think there’s an aspect of writing that’s akin to mental illness. I told one of my editors I don’t want to be a ‘Writer’ or ‘Author’ and she was curious. She asked why I write and I told her that I want to tell this story. She logically concluded that I see myself as a ‘Storyteller’ but I told her I don’t see myself that way either.
Maybe when I finish the novel I’ll be able to classify myself. I write because I’m compelled to… does that make me a ‘Compulsive’? I suppose that’s it, although I would hate to be thought of that way.