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November 2026 . . . . “Seventy-six Thousand”
I passed 76 K words this weekend. The work-in-progress is progressing toward a finish line of sorts. I sort of know how things are going to end, although how it plays out until then I’m as in the dark as my characters, and you. There are writers who know precisely what is going to happen every minute of their drafting, or who have a very sound outline for the plot development. I am not one of those. Writing for me is an offroad adventure, with bald tires and a hiccupping engine. No heat or air-conditioning. And I enjoy it that way, because I get to experience a lot of what my reader gets to. What happens next? I dunno. Let’s find out. OMG, what if? |
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