While I haven’t peeked at the word count in a bit, The Hushing Days is hovering,
I imagine, near 80k.
Despite that number making me a little slack-jawed and a lot proud of
myself, an alarm bell has begun to ring inside my ever-loving OCD head.
Yesterday, I wrote the first true, all parties naked and humping sex
scene.
Don’t worry. The way I’m bouncing around the final edits this does NOT
mean there’s no loving until 80k in. It’s just I haven’t had to bother with the
nitty gritty until now. While there will be at least three more hot and heavy
scenes in the novel, their combined wordage will be less than 5-7k.
For a writer whose previous published novels all held a smut to no smut
ratio of about 1:1, this is alarming… and, dare I say, mainstream-ish?
*gulps*
Apparently I’m really doing this mainstream thing.
Apparently, I’m really putting myself out there to be slapped down by
the big boys.
Apparently, I’m going to be needing a martini.
A freaking lot of martinis.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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