I knew that I was not gonna make 50 thousand words. I'm about 1/2 way though the darn thing, I'm grumpy, I don't feel well, my sinuses are trying to burst through my head like one of those Alien babies and the story is yelling at me to write, and I'm yelling back I don't think I can do a very good job at it right now, thank you very much and here's where I'm at so you can darn well eat it for a bit, I wrote 2000 more words tonight when I didn't really feel like it, so there, you stupid storytelling thing person:
No.. I'm not gonna make 50 thousand words.. I'll probably be lucky if I can do the thing in 100 thousand words. *sigh* and that's just the rough draft, and I *KNOW* that even after the rough draft, there will be subtractions, as in clean up, scenes that really don't make sense in the story or even detract from it. BUT I also *KNOW* that there are parts I need to ADD to. Heck..