Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humilty:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humilty:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
After reaching 60,707 words I have decided to start over.
Yep, a lot of books are that length. By the way, that's 108 pages single spaced in MS Word.
The problem was, I was only a fifth of the way through my story. Much too long...
I started over. I have plotted out my entire story and so here we go, tiger-like, into the breach again. I'll charge ahead, for the fourth time.
3,611 words behing me... thousands more ahead of me.
Lesson learned: Fail to plot, you plot to fail.
If you're interested in critiquing my stuff as I write it, post and let me know. Just don't laugh too hard.
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