So I’m at 60,000 words on my newest novel. I’m supposed to be at 70,000 right now so I’m lagging behind. That damned thing called life keeps getting in the way.
I’m writing at a pretty good clip, however. The characters are pretty much interacting on their own, the plot is driving itself, and I just sit back and let it happen.
Not bad, not bad at all.
My deadline is December 1st. I’m thinking I’ll probably be around 85,000 by then. Mind you, the last 15,000 words always right themselves.
I’ve renamed this book (again) The Nameless. I can’t tell you what that means because it would give away too much. Either way, this book has lots of twists and turns and will have the reader questioning the sanity of the main character (the unreliable narrator).