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Feb. 21st, 2010 12:24 amThe flesh-eating bacteria story is up to 18,500 words now and feels like it's about halfway through the story to me. I already know that's going to make this story pretty much impossible to sell, but I still don't think it's got enough to it to be a novel. Also, the essential spirit of the piece is meant to be sort of humorous[1] and I just think that would completely fall apart at novel-length.
Anyhow, I finished the scene I was working on and have to think through the next bit. This isn't a story where I can see very far ahead of wherever I am, so there have been a lot of these pauses and there are going to be lots more until I crest the plot-hill and just have to roll back down the far side through the prickly-bushes of denouement.
I've been thinking a lot about the first draft of a fantasy novel I'd set aside several years back, and I'm also finding myself thinking a lot about the mountain story (which is also likely to end up novella-length), but I feel like I've got too many unfinished things and really want to wrap up something before I start jumping around between stories again.
My toes are cold (I have no heat in my office thanks to FurnaceFail 2010) so I'm going to bed.
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[1] yes, I'm writing a story where hundreds of thousands of people are dead from an unstoppable mutated gut-flora bacteria that eats people from the inside out, and I think it's going to be funny. There may be something wrong with my brain.
Anyhow, I finished the scene I was working on and have to think through the next bit. This isn't a story where I can see very far ahead of wherever I am, so there have been a lot of these pauses and there are going to be lots more until I crest the plot-hill and just have to roll back down the far side through the prickly-bushes of denouement.
I've been thinking a lot about the first draft of a fantasy novel I'd set aside several years back, and I'm also finding myself thinking a lot about the mountain story (which is also likely to end up novella-length), but I feel like I've got too many unfinished things and really want to wrap up something before I start jumping around between stories again.
My toes are cold (I have no heat in my office thanks to FurnaceFail 2010) so I'm going to bed.
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[1] yes, I'm writing a story where hundreds of thousands of people are dead from an unstoppable mutated gut-flora bacteria that eats people from the inside out, and I think it's going to be funny. There may be something wrong with my brain.
