So far I have written 20,255, which is 252 more words than the 20,003 I needed by the end of today to stay on track.
Here’s a little summary of The Great American Novel, which is called Happenstance:
Thirty named characters so far, with a minimum of six more needed. Of these, three are already dead, two quite horribly.
Four named towns. I only highlight this because usually names get me stuck. I can procrastinate for weeks over finding the one perfect name for someone or someplace. By the time I find it I’ve forgotten what I am writing.
I have a midget, a slave, gay guys, and gory deaths. But there are no naked scenes (the two naked dead guys don’t count.) I’m saving the graphic sex for when I need a good laugh.
I think I just now picked my hero, but I may switch him with the one I thought would be the hero two days ago. I can choose from a lot of men before I’m done. Choice is a good thing.
My heroine has to choose a hero too and she can’t decide either, just like I can’t decide if this is a romance, a murder mystery or a romantic kill fest.
My bad guy is so well hidden so far that even I don’t know who he is.
I’ve done a dream scene, a story within the story, my dialogue sucks and I’ve used one form of is/was in almost every sentence I’ve written. But other than that, I’d say things are going along swimmingly.