That original estimate of 20K is looking like a pipe dream. I might be able to do this in 30K, or it might wind up longer. There is even a chance–slim, but still a chance–that it will be a short novel. It’s kind of a mystery at the moment.
It might help if I knew how it was going to end, but of course I don’t. Yeah, yeah, I hear you: What else is new? Possibilities tantalize, though.
So until I have a firmer idea on the length, I’ll just stick with the 20K projection.
And hey! I’m writin’!
Here’s proof:"We’ll need those to–"
"Kill them and shut off the truck. And keep it quiet."
Her brow puckered. "Is someone coming after us?"
"Dadgum it, girl, do what I tell you. Haven’t we talked about this?"
She reared back, her eyes hard. "If someone’s going to start shooting at us, I think I should know."
Always the defiance with this one. If she’d been in his unit back in the day, he would have busted her a stripe and given her a week’s worth of latrine duty. "If you’re worried about getting shot, maybe it would be better to make us invisible. Kill the dadgum lights."
Gotta motor.
