I can see the ending . . .

15,000 more words to go before I reach my minimum word count for The Sorcerer's Daughter.


For a first draft a word count doesn't mean all that much, I know. But it gives me a good idea how long the finished draft will be--it'll probably be a tad shorter than the first draft. And no, I'm not shooting for 75,000 words, per se, it's just that is the minimum length before a lot of publishers will consider it a novel.


I should get there with no trouble. I'm getting near the end but I'm not that near. Still got lots of plot left to write about.


And I'm coming up on the really juicy stuff, too. What I'm going to start on next is what has kept me plugging away on this thing for months now. The really good stuff.


I mean, it's all good stuff, but this is the payoff. This is why I started writing this thing in the first place.


So, why I'm I sitting here, writing this, instead of writing the thing?


I don't know. I think I'm just kind of catching my breath. What I'm about to do involves a lot of action, a lot of running around, that sort of thing, and it actually wears me out, writing about that stuff, almost as much as if I were doing it. Weird, huh?


Part of it, though, is fear.


Fear of what, though? I guess, fear that I won't be strong enough as a writer to do justice to the story and these characters. Sounds kind of pretentious, doesn't it?


But I believe I'm telling a powerful story that people will get into, I have a central character that people will relate to, and, if I pull this off, the part I'm about to start on will probably be considered the best part, by the millions and millions of people who will be reading it once it gets published.


Kind of intimidating. What to do?


Easy, actually. I'm just reminding myself that the only person I really need to please, at the end of the day, is me. As long as I like it, anybody else liking it will be gravy.


Okay. Let's dive back in.