Something about this makes me get all metaphorical. Excuse it.
Final count: 59,500 words. Nearly 240 pages.
My hands are shaking a little. It's kind of funny, really. It's not like I haven't ever finished a novel before. I don't think I've ever finished one I felt so strongly about, though. But now it has to sit, until at least September, until I can wrap my mind around it and figure out how to make it what I really want it to be. Until then it'll be a little break, and then more shorts, unless the Loki idea really knocks me over. I'd rather let that wait. Shorts are nice because then I have something to be sending out. The more you have out, the more you can hope for.
Blah blah blah.
Anyway, in other news, my article "What's in a Label?" is now available in Specficme! which is a great market newsletter that I would highly recommend even if I wasn't published in it (I did subscribe before I got the acceptance, which hopefully gives me a little credibility ;)).
And, the wonderful poetry generator, stolen from some anonymous poster in another journal:
Changeling at it went, through much
tweaking, but I read it goes.
I had time to speak of. hours before. I
also have borrowed
the concept behind this story dark
by instinct, feeling my own particular sensibilities.
The title fits.
Hee. That's from the Current Stories page. It almost makes sense, except the first bit. Make your own, here.
And now I think I need a little time, just to breathe.