Novel Watch 8: +1.5 pages [25.5 total]
After yesterday’s 4-page explosion of creativity, today was somewhat lean. I added some pages and also did some behind-the-scenes work. I created a glossary of strange words used by the natives of Tindol, so hopefully if I add to it as I go the process of creating it won’t be so hard.
I also compiled information on the lengths of stories I’ve written in the past. Clocking in at approximately 16,500 words at the moment, this book is currently novelette length, and stands in 12th place on my list of the longest stories, books, and series of stories that I’ve written. The number to beat is 106,121 words. We’ll see if that happens. That record has been in place for 9 whole years.
Spent some time with Fink today. I figured I have chapters in close third person perspective from the points of view of Adrianna, Bandolor, and Iggsle, and it would be kind of unfair to leave Fink out of that. I might have to have one from the perspective of Reginald, the mastiff, too…
Only one man had ever called Finkerner Weedman “smart†to his face, and that man had been the stupidest man that Fink had ever met. Although he was tempted by the thought, Fink didn’t punch him in the face—he worried that the blow might make him smarter, and he liked having someone to look down on. Finkerner Weedman knew his place in the world, and it didn’t require great quantities of intellect or education, of which he had neither. He wasn’t the slowest of folk, but he served the smartest man he’d ever met, and that suited him just fine. He was made to work in the soil, to toil in the dirt and mud. He knew just how smart he was, and just how fitting his employment was to his nature, and in that way, he was smarter than many.