So...the good news is that the first draft of
Cougarette in the Country is done. I took a long nap to celebrate it this afternoon.
The not-so-good news is that it is short.
Way short.
38K words. 94 pages. Jeez.
In my very novice opinion, it's better to be too short than too long, I suppose. When the rewrite happens in a month, I won't need to cut anything (here's hoping!) and I've already marked places that I can create dialogue and add to the tension level. I just can't help but to compare it to the first book.
The Cougarette was nearly 55K, a short book by most standards but just fine for a first-time fiction release. I find myself trying to catch up with that number but where the hell am I going to find another 17K?
The story is told and it's as wrapped up as I will allow it to be for a series (cliffhangers will keep people reading about CeeCee and Company). The best thing I or any writer can do is to keep writing and hope that your finished draft is something your reading demo will want to purchase for $2.99 or less. I know that the best thing for me to do is to walk away from it and get unfamiliar. I need to come back to it with fresh eyes after a month so I can have a better impression of it.
I also need to stop getting caught up in a number...but 38K is too damn low.