I am five chapters from finishing the second draft of my book. It will be 11 months and a little over 50,000 words of work on this draft.
Edited to add: I will have written far more than 50,000 words for this draft. The 50k words are the words which survived editing and pruning to make it into the final draft.
This came out of a poetry exercise, in which I was supposed to use nonsense words to write about love. It didn’t really work out that way, but I am pleased with the results nonetheless.
Tonight, as the first major turning point of my work in progress unfolds:
Hahaha, I am not even sure what this short story I’m working on will end up being, but I am keeping this line, or a close variation thereof. Not safe for work, virgin eyes are best averted, etc:
“Fuck Italy. Fuck Rome, fuck Orvieto, fuck Florence, fuck Botticelli right up the ass with an unlubed pogo stick.”