Well, I did finish the book. And I finished it on Tuesday, the day after I posted that last blog. Now, it’s Friday, and I have finished typing the thing in. And it is huge. Massive. Okay, let’s face it, the book is absolutely obese.
I have a passing acquaintance with obesity, being mumbledy-something pounds overweight myself (but I have lost enough finally to be TWO pants-sizes down from my peak). However, I don’t think walks to the post office, then around the park, past the abandoned saddle factory and the gray horse in his vacant lot will do a whole lot for this book.
I’m totally embarrassed by my book’s condition, as well. It’s not as if I didn’t have plenty of room to get the story in. I believe I mentioned before that Luna fantasies can be up to 150,000 words. I took The Eternal Rose up to 178,600 frickin’ words. That’s 714 cotton-picking pages. This means I now have to cut out 114 pages.
So, after the obvious scenes I already know can go, and all the extraneous chitchat I always seem to put in, I’m going to really have to gut it up and hack away, I guess.
Wish me luck.