It is finished! And with 361 words to spare! By which I mean, I managed to make my story shut the heck up 361 words shy of the maximum word-count for a novella (at least according to the source I looked up), and seeing as this was a strict novella project, and my first, I was not willing to accept failure.
Unfortunately, the editing process will probably add those 361 words, at which point I will no longer be able to scream in triumph. In fact, I’m not quite sure what I’m going to do. This WILL BE a novella, dag nabbit.
What is one to do?
What is one to do…
I don’t know, but I’m totally excited about this book. Reading back over it, I actually really like it. THAT HAS NEVER HAPPENED WITH ANY OF MY MODERN WORK BEFORE. This is great! If nothing else, I am absolutely thrilled with it just for that, so perhaps I will let it slide that it decided it wanted to come in a few words over the maximum word count.
In any case, it’s finished, and an enthusiastic 10,000 words above the goal I originally set for it. Sigh. Who else can relate to their stories (and characters) tending to have minds of their own?