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To Finish Or Not To Finish, That Is The Question....

....to misquote Hamlet!

I started my novel with NaNoWriMo in November.  The novel was to be 50,000 words.  That's a novella really, the size of an average Mills and Boon size novel.  I got through November with a word count of 57,000 words and was declared a winner along with about a million others.  It was a great feeling.

In the last three months since November, I've added another nine plus thousand words.  It now stands at 66,000 plus words.

Sally Quilford, a successful writer in the UK has written on her blog that a novel needs around 80,000 words to be considered for publication.  That means I have a bit more to go before I can consider my first novel as a finished first draft.  I have charted my progress with this ticker.




The Minxes of Romance blog of which my pal Suzanne is a member, has started an April Word Count Challenge.  You set your target and aim to finish your Work in Progress (WIP) within this April at the word count of your choice.  I've decided to join up.  I have a degree to finish and lots of other things screaming for my attention.  I have to get the first draft of my first novel finished so I can shelve it for a while until I have time for the rewrite.  Which should be sometime after my final graduation exams in December of this year.  I've decided to join them.  
I find it very motivating to have company when I'm trying to achieve something.  It spurs me on and discourages me from giving up. 

In order to finish my first draft successfully I need to write 13,638 words.  That's less than 500 words per day.  I should be able to do it.  Well, I'm going to try!

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