There's a song that I don't even think I've heard all of, which has the lyrics:
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire...
I'm currently hearing that in my head as:
My book, my book, my book is too big...
I'm getting to the mid-way point, story-wise. But I'm also at 78,000 words. Oops.
Time to prune, because even if this novel winds up being two books instead of one, I still need to make certain there's no extra fat in it.
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Hm. The Koala says write it, cut it later. When you have a clearer view of what's essential and what isn't. Keep moving forward! *cracks eucalypt whip*
*puts down whip and pops Koala lovin' head on* urgeek, (in your own words!) how are you on search engine optimisation? I have a question on my blog, can you help?
Hmm I know, write, and write and write some more.
Then when you have the 250,000 word behemoth, take two weeks off and use the book as a Koala shield, by the time the claws get to you the book should have the right word count :)
The song in question is by the 80s Rock/hip-hop crossover band, The Bloodhound Gang, and if my interpretation of the gutteral lyrics is correct, shortly after the roof ignites as you say, "the motherfuckers burn". So — didn't make the Top 10.
Hope that helps.
And — nice that you have words to prune. I wrote almost nothing today despite the sunshine and I suck as a mindless limpet.
The Bloodhound Gang are hilarious.
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