As you can see from the screen shot, I needed more words than I had planned on to tell the story. But I’ve already talked about that.
A hundred thousand words. Yay me!
Now I am at that ‘take a breath’ stage. The draft is done, the story is written – my brain needs time to process. I should do some other stuff and decompress. Unfortunately, my brain is all, “Hey, hey! What’s next? Let’s go, let’s go!”
I can’t decide if that’s a good thing or not.
If I let my brain do what it wants and keep writing, what’s next? I know that I want to let book 2 sit for a bit before I start editing. (we’ll see how long I last before I start obsessing) Maybe I’ll work on the space opera. Maybe one of the short stories I’ve got sitting around collecting dust.
Maybe I’ll finally finish Batman: Arkham City…