So I’ve passed 30,000 words on the novel. I’m probably more than a third of the way done with this draft, as I don’t think I will end up reaching 100,000 by the time I finish the plot. (In fact, I have some concerns that the novel will be too short, failing to reach 80,000. But I’ve decided I can fill things out later if I need to.)
Here’s a bit from today’s writing:
With a grip on my collar, the guard directed me out the back of the house into an alleyway. An old black Mercedes was parked there, quite similar to the one in which I’d spent the previous night.
He unlocked the trunk. "Get in," he said.
I got in. He slammed the trunk shut and left me alone in the darkness.
I heaved a sigh of relief.
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