The incredible shrinking book

[rolanni]

When last seen, sometime in mid-April, Ghost Ship stood at just seven words over 40 grand — or 40 percent completed, assuming that the projected finished word count of 100,000 is more or less on-mark.

This evening, we see before us a much reduced, but I believe stronger, manuscript, weighing in at 20,064 words — 20 percent completed.

I have printed out this New! IhopetoGHODimproved! manuscript. Tomorrow, immediately after breakfast, I will read it. Then I will Stare Into Space(tm) for awhile. It would be nice if Monday held off a day or two, so I could really get the stare mojo working, but we all know how likely that is.

In any case, after I have Stared Sufficient Unto the Task, I’ll begin writing again.

And this, my children, is the Glamorous Creative Life of an Author. Is it not grand?

Originally published at Sharon Lee, Writer. You can comment here or there.

Comments

[patchwork-prose.livejournal.com]

Thank you for reminding me why I am a writer of short poems, rather than a novelist like you or my sister. I don't think I could face the revisions phase. I do love your books, but I'm so glad that it's you writing them, and not me.

[We'll just ignore the two poems I've been working on since the late 60s, shall we?]

[adina-atl.livejournal.com]

That reminds me of some computer programming projects: the first half is writing code, the second half is deleting code to make it more efficient.

[jhetley.livejournal.com]

To quote EBear, "Those words deserved to die."

[keristor.livejournal.com]

I expect that the cats can give "staring into space" lessons if you need them. Or have they already taught you those? (They can probably also do the staring for you, but that may not ver as auseful...)

[rolanni.livejournal.com]

I expect that the cats can give "staring into space" lessons if you need them.

I suspect this is exactly why so many writers have cats.