I'm rewriting an old 'tween historical novel and expanding it into the next level of reading, a teen/adult historical romance by doubling the number of words and upgrading the concepts and vocabulary.
Now it getting away from me and I can't seem to end it. I feel like I'm running on some endless track that winds around and around with no finish line in sight. The book just goes on and on and on and I'm getting bored, so I wonder what a reader would think; "She should have stopped 50 pages ago?"
Therefore, as enamored as I am of my words and the historical facts I'm trying to cram into the story...I'm going to get a sharp axe and commit story murder. It may get emotionally bloody, but ENOUGH!
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