I knew this was coming
Oh god, book. You’re going to run long, aren’t you?
Of course you’re going to run long. We’re at eighty thousand words, and Isabella has only just reached Lahaui. There’s still [spoiler] to recognize, [spoiler] to steal (again), [more spoilers] to find, and then [great big spoiler] before we can have our denoument. I don’t think I’m going to manage that in the next ten thousand words.
. . . bugger.
Has any author anywhere in the world ever written a series that got shorter as it went along? (Probably.) But the natural tendency of series seems to be to acquire a few thousand extra words here, a few thousand there, as you get more accustomed to the characters and the setting and find more interesting (and complex) (and wordy) things to do with them.
Oh well. I suppose I should just be glad this isn’t In Ashes Lie, running thirty thousand words over my original estimate. NEVER. AGAIN.
131 more words to go tonight, and then I can stop. Because three 3K days in a row is fun! >_<
(Actually, it kind of is. But only because I’m filling those 3K wodges with pulp-tastic adventurey goodness.)