Well, the horror novel is moving right along – almost 17,000 words in two weeks. After 15,000 words, I thought it was okay to admit to myself that I was onto a novel here, as it was already too long for a short story unless your last name is King.
I’ve read a lot of horror fiction, most of it by the aforementioned King. But oddly enough, I had never attempted a horror novel. I must say that I am enjoying the experience, especially because the bloody thing is almost writing itself. Well, we shall see if that keeps up as I tackle the ‘muddled middle’ as they say in the thriller biz. Around that point, I typically hit a slow patch in which I can’t think how to proceed. I plod along until I hit the Eureka! epiphany (usually while walking on the treadmill).
I’ll keep you posted.