Less than 70 pages to go!

It’s now easier to count how many pages are left than how many I’ve typed, which is always good. Of course, I had to hand-count the pages because my numbering system is, well, flexible.

I’m on the cusp of the most intense section of that ‘flexibility’, which is a bit daunting, but I’m feeling pretty good.

Not awesome, though, because today’s typing revealed a moderate amount of excess, either in exposition or in distracting asides, which I needed to cull through. I didn’t get it all out, because, well, it may not be directly relevant or impactful, but I still like it, and here is where I struggle against my natural prevalence for wordiness and tangents*.

On the other hand, I’m not feeling terrible about things, because I still like what I’ve written, overall, and I think the fullness of the story as a whole is coming together more cohesively in this new draft, now that the tangents are getting untangled and I can see it all ‘in one go’ as it were.**


* See also: ‘flexible’ numbering system.

** Thanks, a thousand times over, to my amazing wife.