I’ve been writing this book from an outline. And with two pages of outline left, it’s clear the book is going to end before 50,000 words.
Oops. This was supposed to make rounds to more established small presses. Instead, it meets the criteria for a novel, but would have to be marketed as a novella.
I’m thinking the “explosive” climax (Um… Spoiler alert?) might now be the end of Act II. Which means now I have to come up with Act III. The Bad Guy™ will have to escape the fate I designed for him. How he ends up being a pain in the ass to Kepler remains to be seen. But I’m forced to take a break for about a week due to some personal business.
And as I said before, I’m writing this one by request.