I’m Not Complaining. Really, I’m Not.

Here’s the thing:

I find myself shocked—shocked I tell you—at my current novel.  Well, if I’m being honest here, it really isn’t all that shocking.  But they are little things that I find interesting all the same.  To you, they may be nothing, but personally, I find it quite enthralling.

Take for example my current word count.  My current work in progress (WIP from here on out) is sitting pretty at about 51,000 words.  Now I’m sure to most of you, that isn’t that many words.  Most novels average between 70,000 to 80,000 words, with fantasy novels typically topping off at around 100,000.  So what’s the big deal with 51,000 words?

Look at it from my perspective.  The Red Dress, finished, is about 43,000 words.  Mysteries tend to run shorter, but that’s neither here nor there, since The Red Dress does run short.  But even at its longest (Draft 2, I think), it was no longer than 60,000 words.  But that was a complete idea, a finished product, not my current WIP.  Kristen’s Thriller isn’t anywhere near done, yet I’ve surpassed the finished draft of The Red Dress and will shoot beyond its 60,000 word bloated self.  This is big for me.  Especially since I had such a hard time starting writing again.

It just baffles me that the words are inside me.  It always seems so simple to get from Point A to Point B, but each time I find that my estimates on word count are way off.  Sometimes that transition time is more important than even I, as the author, realize.  Every time it happens, it still baffles me.  Yet, I still love it.  The realization of something new and that even authors don’t know everything.

Which brings up a point that I didn’t even think about until now—characterization.  Not to give that much away, but there are certain emotions—and questions—I am trying to raise with the reader throughout the story.  But, lacking any immediate confidence in my ability, I figured that such subtleties could wait until Kristen’s Thriller hit the editing stage.  This all was for naught however.  Well, actually not for naught.  I’ll still have to make sure I have all the cues are there, but I learned that I’ve been doing that all along.  With more than one character, Kristen is wondering about their intentions.  That was the goal, but I had no idea that I’d been doing it all along.  So…. I’ll take it.

But the final thing I want to talk about regarding my current WIP is the name itself.  Kristen’s Thriller.  While the name made sense when I thought this was some throwaway story that meant not that much, the project has long since moved beyond that.  I feel as if this story deserves its own place on the shelves of bookstores everywhere.  But that name.

Oh my word—

Somehow I doubt that naming it after my wife will bring in the sales.  Especially when there are no characters named Kristen in the book.  Something inside my head tells me that titles should make sense.  And that’s where I hit a snag.  I don’t have a clear idea what to name the book.  Things are happening, but nothing so bold to draw attention to itself.  Nor does the main theme lend itself easily to a title.  It’s a bit frustrating.  I’m not saying that I’ll give up, just that it is turning out harder than expected.  Kristen’s Thriller works well enough for a placeholder, but I’ll have to come up with something new soon.  Otherwise, I’m gonna scream.

But really, all these “problems” are anything but.  Things are going well.  Very well.  I could be writing faster than I am, but the story is moving forward with a steady progression.  It makes sense and the plot lines are starting to move together quite nicely.  There isn’t a damn thing worth complaining about.  So, please don’t think I am.  These are just some things on my mind.


How many of you have had similar thoughts to my own.  I’d love to hear about them.  Leave me a note in the comments below.


Music Tidbit

Have to admit, I can’t get enough of Supertramp’s album Breakfast in America.  I bought it when I was back in high school.  Best album I bought that year—and I used to buy a lot of music.  Still do.  But something about Breakfast in America stuck out that year.  Maybe it was the tongue in cheek humor Rodger Hodgson put into his lyrics.  Perhaps it was the melodies that felt so classic yet so different from anything I’d heard previously.

But, just maybe, it could have been that it was just a really solid album.

Each song had something to offer, from the ever-popular Take the Long Way Home to Casual Conversations.  I loved each track, and still do.

I recently “rediscovered” it.  I’m listening to it right now.  If you like a solid rock album that glows with fantastic tracks that will make you hit repeat, this is what you’ve been looking for.  More than once I’ve been late because of it.

Besides, who can blame you if you’re not around?

Take the long way home.