Word Count Flood
Matka Danu Miklagarth is busting its banks. It's now almost 175,000 words long, and writing it feels like having a weird dream that I can only partly control. I'm not sure I want it to end, but I also know it needs to end soon.
I'm going to be late for work.
I need to have this thing beta read and revised before summer begins, because I don't want to get lost in the fall slush piles.
I also declared on this site that I was "Racing Rammstein" and vowed not to buy the new album until I finished the manuscript. I thought I had plllllenty of time. Ha! My books always run longer than I thought they would.
My husband agreed to be my alpha reader, but now that I mentioned I was writing a sex scene between a mentally unstable serial killer and a man who was recently castrated, he's not so sure. Hmmm, I might have to skip to a group of (all-female) beta readers.
Come on, it's just for historical accuracy.
Gretchen (my cat) doesn't mind me talking about it.
I hope to find lots of people who not only don't mind reading this mess but actually like it.
But first, I need to finish it. Completing an epic historical thriller is quite a project, as it turns out. But if Gretchen believes I can do it, that's all I need.
Edit: Matka Danu Miklagarth has been renamed Leirah and the Wild Man.