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Once upon a time I wrote a story. It was a very good story, at least to my mind. I got the idea for the story when a major character in a series of mine, seized by enemies who for all he knows want nothing more than to kill or capture him, gives his name to his captors. It is an important name and, historically, might have given pause to anyone thinking of tangling with him.
I wrote, "Their expressions made him think of the fable of the man who encountered a thirty cubit crocodile."
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The ways of inspiration are strange to outsiders. I started mulling over the notion of a thirty cubit crocodile (a cubit being 21 inches in dynastic Egypt) and I had an idea for a story involving just such a beast who intrudes into the life of a needy man. In the course of helping the man, it manages to turn the man's world upside-down.
At thirty thousand words at this moment, it is a nice novelette and an enjoyable addition to the series.
And then I thought of a certain publishing contest.
You submit your work, and if it is approved they obtain a photo of you (something I would worry about later), a blurb and a pitch, and they put it up online for those who might like to look at it, vote on it,and puff out their chests for volunteering to.
This is doable. Elegant, in fact. And heaven knows it's good story. Thus far.
The problem is, the submission must be 50,000 words.
It isn't such a problem, if you think of it. Beautiful manuscript not lost, story moving along nicely... We should all have such problems, shouldn't we?
The thing is, I have to take that story and add two-thirds of its length. Twenty thousand words needed to qualify for the contest which, God same the mark, I very well might not win.
Words can't begin to describe the annoyance.
Yeah, well, we all have things to do, don't we? 20,000 words equals twenty sessions of a thousand words each. Or ten sessions of two thousand words each. Heck, just in this particular animadverting session I have managed to generate just about five hundred words.
And that brings me to the phrase that helps me when I am trying to come up with numbers:
Just Spit It Out
I know very well that I'll be adding and subtracting, polishing, deepening...all the things that, for me, make writing so rewarding and fun.
My problem is that I get hung up on the notion of numbers and end up not producing any.
The answer? See the red letters above. Write the words. Break the ice. Get cracking.
Will I enter the contest with my crocodile story? I might. Then again, I might not. It does need some additions, and I can see at least five more chapters at about 1500 words apiece. If you do the math, it's do-able.
If, that is, I can get myself to put away the calculator, open up the laptop, review the piece, and just go to town. I think I can.
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