The Accumulation of Words

I said in January I was 38,000 words into a novel; the number now stands at 70,000. The process of writing has taken me in unexpected directions, but that's OK. In some respects the end is in sight insofar as I know how it will end, though I'm not yet certain how I'm going to get there, and I'm OK with that too. Once I get to the end and the revision process starts, making it a coherent whole is one of the first things to do in terms of tone and structure.

I quite like how I'm OK with the process of writing myself half way up the south face of a story without ropes, reasonably confident in my ability to get to the summit.

Almost a year ago, I wrote here about my ambivalence with the notion of publishing, and how that wasn't why I write. I've revisited that recently. My niece asked for a copy of the Vamp. stories so I rolled them up into a PDF and forwarded them. I haven't looked at them for months, and found myself reading them again. I decided that they are better than I remembered and better than some other stuff I've seen of late. So I revised them again with the benefit of added objectivity and decided I'm now OK about publishing them.

That's not to say it will happen, just that I'm more comfortable that, if I can find a way to a publisher, then I won't be a dick about it.