...wordcount! Yes, I finally reached 40k on the new YA - champagne all around. Or beer, tequila or even schnaps - whatever floats your boat. I don't know why 40k is always such a big deal for me, but it is. My first drafts usually run in the neighborhood of 50k, so 40k means that I'm on the downward slope toward two of the sweetest words around. Second Draft.
Nathan Bransford was blogging the other day about overused cliche's in writing. Me being me, I commented that it bugged me when anybody was "the chosen one" and that if they had to go through a portal to do it, it was doubly annoying. Well, one of the other commentors took a little offense (her book has both apparently) and I felt a little bad. Just a little, because I still stand by my comment. I'm not a huge fan of fantasy, but I'm particularly not a huge fan of recycled fantasy.
On this date: In 1946, the first meeting of the U.N.