The longest thing I’ve ever written

Today I celebrated a milestone that is meaningful only to me. You see, most of my novels are fairly short. This isn’t good for someone aiming to publish, especially as a 50,000 word novel is a short novel. Before this year, my longest book was my first 2009 novel, 73,006-word book about haunted floating pumpkins and the kid who carved them.

Until today. Today I passed that mark, and I passed it four days sooner than I did last year, which is an accomplishment. It’s probably not one to be crowned, as I’m not doing quite as much as I was last year, but it’s still noteworthy. The best part is that the story still isn’t finished yet; it should be finished in the next couple of days, though I find myself saying that every day.

Maybe the book will be finished tomorrow. Or the next day. Or the day after that. Or…

2 thoughts on “The longest thing I’ve ever written

  1. Congratulations! I know that novel length is not necessarily the only factor of success, but it sure does show how much work you’ve put into it. Good job!

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