Is it too mad? Have I moved too much towards humour and too far from the original dark idea? Can I really keep chopping all these words out and still have a book?
And there it is.
The WORD COUNT issue.
It was 60,000 words. Then it was 56,000 words. Now I’m at 55,000 and dropping. Panic is setting in. So it’s time for one of these – a Word Count Blog, where I can justify poring over the word counts of other books and comparing them to mine. Want to play?
There is No Dog – Meg Rossoff – 56118
The Knife That Killed Me- Anthony Mcgowan – 45422
Almost True – Keren David – 94254
1984 – George Orwell – 88942
The Amber Spy Glass – Phillip Pillman – 156664
Angus, Thongs and Full Frontal Snogging – Louise Rennison – 41958
Before I Die – Jenny Downham – 69548
Oliver Twist – Charles Dickens – 155960
The Selfish Giant – Oscar Wilde – 1642
Withering Tights – Louise Rennison 55170
My extensive research reveals that as long as I hit the narrow window between 1642 and 156664 words, I should be fine.
Fun isn’t it? Now go on, ask me another.
PS Here’s some I prepared earlier: http://mrsbung.wordpress.com/2011/06/10/word-counts/