Since coming back from that Kentucky trip, I did a word count on my second book. Mercy! I hope my editor isn't reading this. An average novel is about 100,000 words. The Preacher's Daughter is at 150,000 which is a novel and a half. Sigh. So my new occupation is whittling - fifty thousand words or so to be exact.
I wish I was one of those spare, lean writers who have no fat in their manuscripts. This one is extra hefty. But then The Frontiersman's Daughter was, at one miserable point, about 500 pages and 170,000 words. But I have some time yet as the manuscript isn't due till next year. Maybe this third book will be lighter.
Reminds me of this quote by Oscar Wilde:
I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again.
Wilde was known for his wit and this comment is surely tongue-in-cheek. If only my whittling was as simple.