I’ve pushed past the rather miraculous 100K mark on this behemoth and have managed to meet every monthly word goal this year, somehow. (Except in March, but that ended up being okay because I overproduced by so much in February and I did manage to get something out of March in spite of everything. All forward motion is progress, and I’m still on track.)
Can’t say for certain how long this thing will be in the end, but I am definitely past the midpoint. I made myself promise to write at least 10K a month in 2012 because I assume that should leave me able to put a cap on this monster by the end of the year, as planned. If I can have more months like February and fewer like March, then so much the better. I am by turns excited to have this story told and out there, and frustrated that it isn’t already. And somehow, oddly, I also feel both that I know exactly what I need to do to get there and that I have absolutely no clue how this thing actually goes.
It’s quite possible that this manuscript needs heavy antipsychotics. Or that I do. Or something.