I took a look at The Dead Isle this morning -- I've now successfully excised Dr. Bland, sorry Dr. Bland, you were awesome in real life
-- and happened to glance at the word count in the status bar. I have sixty-eight thousand words still to edit. To put this in perspective, Nameless
, the entire book, was sixty-eight thousand words when published.
This is gonna be a big book.
I keep cutting stuff, but it never seems to get any shorter. I kind of wish I could split it in half, but there's no real Major Crisis Climax I could use for the first half, unless you count Jack landing the airship, and I don't. Besides, it would be quite a bit more expensive to buy "Dead Isle, The Two Book Set" than it will be to just buy the one GIANT BOOK. I shall look at it as a chance to push Lulu's manufacturing boundaries and see how well they do.
When I was writing originally, I decided not to worry if Dead Isle wasn't great literature; I gave myself permission to write a pulp adventure novel, where logic and realism don't necessarily play a major part, and I have to say I'm not regretting that decision. Sometimes when I get bored of editing I skip ahead; the ending is incredibly unrealistic, but it's so thrilling to me I find it hard to mind. And frankly if I wrote it realistically, there'd be another sixty thousand words tacked on.
Anyway I will never be tired of Jack "Just because electricity CAN stop your heart doesn't mean it ALWAYS WILL" Baker. He's my verison of "ninjas attack". Hit a writing block? Make Jack say something irrelevant. Need tension? Jack blows something up. Deus ex machina? JACK CAN BUILD ONE.