The Story That Wouldn’t End – An Author’s Worst Nightmare

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Wow, fall/autumn is here. It’s not very cold, but I’ve found my legwarmers and bought some new cardigans (completely destroying my romance author cred along the way — what I meant to say was that I had to put on a silk robe over my negligee and snuggle up to a warm-blooded hunk! Oops …). This morning I went for a long walk in the rain to clear my head. I’m not sure that it did, but at least it woke me up so that I didn’t fall asleep at the keyboard when I got back and started working on my Halloween story.
I think I might have to give up on that one, actually. It feels sad after all the hard work I’ve done but the story has just completely gotten away from me and I think that I might have created a monster. It was supposed to be a short story, something fun to use for promos at this time of year. Now it’s about 33K words and there are still several scenes that I’ve only sketched out that needs to be properly written. That will add several thousand words before I’m done. It’s a crappy length, too long for a short story and too short for a novel. I’ve never written anything like this before and I’m not sure if it’s any good or not or if there’s any point in keeping on writing. If I should ever finish it, I’ve no idea what category I should put it in. If I try and market it as a romance, I might get slammed because of the whole ghost thing, but it’s not scary enough to market as a ghost story. Also, there’s way too much sexystuff, but I can delete those bits. Or maybe I should add some more and step way outside my comfort zone?
I don’t know. I haven’t slept well this last week and that immediately gets me in a really funky mood. I want to finish this story, but I don’t think I’ve got what it takes right now. I can barely scrape together enough words for a blog post! I think I’ll just crawl under my electric blanket (read: rakish insatiable stud) and hibernate until spring.
See you in six months!
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