ATLANTIS was at 113,000 words when I realized I couldn’t cram a satisfying ending in and get the word count down to about 90,000.
When that realization hit me, I was devastated and depressed. Coffee didn’t taste as great. Books I was reading were suddenly boring. And Sass the Machine didn’t annoy me near as much as normal. I was in a depressive spiral.
My goal was to have the book finished and somewhat polished (the first part for sure, in case any agent wanted the first few chaps) by the time I went to SFWC. The future was looking bleak at best. And then, one night, I woke up in the middle of the night with an epiphany! I kid you not. It really did happen that way.
ATLANTIS would be two books! and I had already written past the point of a good great ending! This realization made me ecstatic, but not so much I didn’t fall right back asleep.
So, my book is finished. Now I have to go through and edit it a couple or few times before the middle of February.
Oh, and I have to remember where that perfect place to end it was. It kinda slipped away when I went back to sleep that night. 🙂
–Me
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