But first check out this cake I made. Delicious!
It’s an Italian cream cake I made for The Hubs’ birthday. 1/25 of that coconutty mound of goodness is 412 calories. Yikes!!!
But oh so delicious.
I finished writing Chapter 20 last night, started Chapter 21, and made adjustments to my plot list. Two horrifying realizations set in at approximately midnight, as I was brushing my teeth:
1. This sucker is rapidly approaching completion.
2. This sucker still has, at least, 100 to 150 pages mulling around my brain.
Hence the minor adjustments to the plot line.
Look, whether the prude in me likes it or not, the scandalous scene is in. I’ve been referring to it in polite company as “The Scene of Awkwardness.” I struggled with writing it (mentally, not the actually process of writing it. You’ll be scandalized to know that was easy) but look, even Prude Me knows it has to happen. It actually has to happen twice. But that’s besides the point.
After I had too much wine on Saturday, I revealed way too much of the plot line to The Hubs. And way I say too much…yeah. I really do mean it, because he gave me The Side Eye. And then he asked, “Have you really thought that one through?”
Why yes, yes I have.
I informed him that I’m writing it for me. Not for him. Not for “fortune and glory” (I watched a lot of Indiana Jones this weekend). I may have rationalized it as I was doing what the characters told me to do, which sounded reasonable at the time….but just comes off creepy now.
He said, “Well, that’s going to be a long book.”
And he’s probably right.
As far as I’m concerned, at this particular moment in time, it just has to get finished. Then we can we can worry about the fact it’s most likely going to surpass any and all publishers page requirements. Look, we all know I have verbal diarrhea. I have Writer’s Diarrhea too: once I get started, I don’t stop.
So, how long is too long? Not relevant. It’s all how you use what you’ve got.