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My original word count goal for the first draft of my novel was to stay under 80,000. I get wordy, and not always to best effect. My first chapter was 4,261 words. I figured, okay, twenty chapters of 4,000 words each... that'll be the math. Managed to stay under 4,000 until chapter six. Then it just started ballooning. Most wordy chapter, 19 with 5,874 words.

Now have 22 chapters planned of various 4000+ sizes. Total word count of draft as of chapter 20: 94,233.

Total word count of chapter 21 so far: 7262.

Can she get it down below personal worst max 5,874? Stay t00ned!

*I know, I should not worry about word count in the first draft. I should just let it all hang out and clean up later. But you know, it always takes longer to write all those damned words. The sign of an unfocused mind.



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Sep. 29th, 2012 03:33 pm (UTC)
The sign of an unfocused mind.

I don't know about that. I think you have laser focus. I'd say it was more about specific focus on many things. You care about it all.
Sep. 29th, 2012 03:45 pm (UTC)
I'm almost done the first draft, and in every chapter, I wander about, wondering what the chapter is really supposed to focus on. Which I suppose is to be expected in the first draft.

I guess I'm more conscious of the lack of focus because I have someone reading it and it needs to make at least *some* sense. If I'd written the first draft the way I normally do, keeping it to myself, I would have let my mind and my keyboard strokes fly more free, and not worried about rambling.

Which I suppose, shows the downside of my decision to let my GF read the first draft as I wrote it. It helped me belt out that draft, but the draft felt more restricted, more constrained than it perhaps should have.

I told her in no uncertain terms that I would not be letting her read the second draft. Certainly not as I write it, and maybe not when I'm done, either. I need the freedom to go anyplace and do anything with it without worrying about making sense to anyone but myself. That's when the real story emerges your insides want to tell.

All that making sense stuff comes when it's time to make a version fit for human consumption.
Sep. 29th, 2012 03:54 pm (UTC)
I long to swap your too many words for my too few.
Sep. 29th, 2012 03:58 pm (UTC)
Maybe we could meet in the middle some place. Word party.
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