fifty thousand six hundred and seventeen to be exact, by the automatic word count. i don't think i've ever done 50k of anything before.
lots left to do: an ending, for one thing. maybe another scene or two, though i'm hoping i'll be able to avoid that. i expect i won't. once that's sorted, there's a lot of cleaning, cutting, rewriting, rearranging, &c left to do. the end product, in fact, might not be 50k at all. given the shape it's in right now, it'll probably be significantly less.
so yes, i'm jumping the gun. potentially jinxing it, even. but still. right now. fifty thousand six hundred and seventeen. 50k.
i'm exhausted.
i think i'll do something with higher octane next. and shorter sentences. fewer adverbs. maybe no adverbs. and none of what Chris once called my signature, those unwieldy compound-complex over-constructions. or as little of it as i can manage, anyway. i think i'll keep the semi-colons, though; i find them comforting. (now how might that work?)
Ed Rants has interviewed Rupert Thomson, author of the quietly brilliant Death of a Murderer for The Bat Segundo Show. listen as Ed Rants once again reads things that aren't there, and then insists that they are.
part one: http://www.edrants.com/segundo/?p=171
part two: http://www.edrants.com/segundo/?p=172
peace, Mr Rants. dig the show.
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