Oh Look. I’ve Run Out Of Rope… Drat.

I Just wrote myself off a cliff.

Well sort of.

Darkened Daughter is now 500 words away from the halfway point and I thought I knew what was going to happen in every chapter between now and the end.

Apparently this was not true. I did not know what was going to happen, because my sneaky little brain decided to derail things and throw up a new event that now means one of my character will be out of commission for a couple of chapters. This mean I can’t write chapters eighteen and nineteen as planned, because it simply won’t make sense. ┬áReplanning is now required.

Of course I knew that this would happen. It always does when I try to write something.

I’m also aware that every single chapter I’ve written so far is too short for its content, bar one that is just short full stop but somehow works.

Redrafting will probably have this novel reaching far beyond its 80,000 word target, but I’m not going to say that’s a bad thing because I love a chunky book and I want this to be a book that I can pick up and love. I want people to read this book and think ‘Wow! This is such a full world!’

But for now I’m going to focus on replanning chapters eighteen and nineteen, and worry about how the story is only skin and bones once the first draft is done.

*Sigh*. Back to work I suppose.

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I’ve been buying mugs again. I’ll run out of space soon, not that it will stop me.