I didn't particularly intend to write a shorter novel. However, I did realize that if I were to write another novel equally long, it would take up another decade of my life. I wasn't very keen to do that. I also reckon that publishers aren't intrinsically fond of long novels; they're difficult to convince people to read...or to review for that matter. So I hoped that the inspiration for my next novel could be curbed within reasonable length, 300 to 400 pages. I guess I'm lucky that it has. I did threaten to cut off a digit for every extra 10,000 words above 100,000. All of my fingers are intact
I'm making the same promise: if I ever write anything that takes place on a bus again....
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GOOD LORD. What kind of shit are you reading these days???
Thanks for the unholy mention in your profile--didn't even catch that until today. I'll take credit where credit is due, right after you publish your first novella.
Funny - Other 'n other people's blogs, I've mostly been reading my own shit. For divining, for cadence, for voicing. It's so time consuming, I don't have time to fix anything. I'm lazy like that.
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