If you take a quick gander at the bottom of my page, you might notice that the old word meter has finally, and mercifully, hit the 50,000 word mark. In fact, if you look closely, you’ll notice that the count is actually 50,788 words.
Despite the frosty beverage that the potato man is enjoying, I’ve come to realize that it’s going to take a little more than 50,000 words to finish this novel.
I’m in the home stretch, that’s for sure. But my characters have yet to enter into their final encounter, and after that, there’s still some summing up to do.
Maybe 55,000 words is a more realistic count. Maybe 60,000. To be honest, I won’t know until my characters say “uncle.”
The good news of course is that I’ve started writing again, and although I’ve had a couple false starts in the past months, I think this is for real. I think I’m back on the horse.
It wasn’t easy. When I sat down to write yesterday, all the words came out wrong. It all felt stilted and boring. I’d forgotten my characters and their motivations. I probably still don’t really remember, but I think I can finish this with some grace. And besides, the second draft is where all the smoothing out occurs. I just need to get these last words down.
There’s a story here; I have to finish it. And for the first time in months, I really believe I’m going to.