|All sorts of word counts.|
I don't really know where this ramble is going, except I that I am currently wondering how long the new project will turn out to be, if I can get it off the grid, I'm telling myself it might be a novella, but I don't really KNOW. And with all the complications it is busy inventing for itself (See last week's post.) I have a feeling it might be getting itself out of hand. The novella that is not romantic suspense, which I really do hope will see the light of day this summer, is hovering around the 58,000 mark at the moment. At the moment. Will it grow? Maybe.
I'm predisposed to write longer rather than shorter, because of that habit of making stuff complicated. More room to develop, more chance to add layers. Layers, not padding. More fun with characters. More hair raising plot twists.
I complicate things, which means that I also write slowly. When I read of writers who manage four books a year. Four!!! I have to go and lie down for a while. Green with envy too. But if that's four at 70,000 words ... A little less intimidating. Just a little.
We're all different. As long as the story is good, it probably doesn't matter how long the book turns out to be.
I'll just have to wait and see how long the new idea wants to be. I hope it doesn't take too long ...