A novel novel

I have this superstition about my stories:  I don’t talk about theme, characters, plot, setting, or most anything until it’s actually done.  It’s like masturbating before sex–even though it’s easier and can be fulfilling, it doesn’t beat the actual experience of getting some.  What I do share is something much more superficial:  words written.  I figure it’s the best way to convey work done without actually pre-emptively popping the pork, so to say.

As of today, I have 126,000 words written, with a little more than half the novel completed.  I’ve been working on this current incarnation for the last 14 months, while battering around the story idea since 2002.  For all those who want to know how many pages?  At an average of 350 words per page, that’s about 360 pages so far, give or take.  Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s One Hundred Years of Solitude is estimated at 140,000 words and 520 pages.

So, there it is pitches.  Hopefully, I’ll still be blogging by the time I get it published.  Or at least finished.  Then maybe I can recruit some people to help me edit it???