I Wrote a Novel

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The Cloud Collective is finished, topping out at 51,739 words, including THE END.

There's still a long way to do. It needs editing and that's going to be a lot of work, but now I know where the story is going, how it's going to end and what I expect from the characters, I can work on the rest.

It feels a lot like a car body repair using filler. The first fill is uneven, just to start shaping the final curve or panel, then after sanding more filler is applied. Sand, fill, sand again, until the right shape is achieved. If it's done properly then once the panel is sprayed, all you can see is a smooth, level surface and nobody would even know about the layers it took to achieve that.

This is what I'm hoping for; an end result that is seamless, smooth and unbroken, where the reader doesn't see the joins or the layers.

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