The 80K landmark used to mean more to me. It still means “real book” in a way lower numbers don’t; it’s hard to sell an adult book that’s less than eighty thousand words long. But it used to mean I was well over halfway done with the novel, maybe seventy or eighty percent of the way there.
And then I started writing Onyx Court books. <sigh>
On the bright side, I’m close enough to the end of Part Two that I can taste it. Barring disaster, I’ll be done by the end of the month (which is the goal); I may even finish in the next day or two, if I decide to marathon my way through Eliza and Dead Rick’s big climactic scenes. (And that will mostly be determined by how quickly I figure out how to wrangle my plot-pieces together in an exciting fashion.)
Word count: 80, 309
LBR quota: Rhetoric, maybe? That’s what usually covers faerie science, and Dead Rick is actually flexing his teeny-tiny scholar muscle.
Authorial sadism: Neither Dead Rick, nor Eliza, nor Tom, will ever know that the pieces briefly came together there on Cheapside. (Several months too late for Eliza.)