Skyler and I finished a first draft of Incrementalists #2 last night. Working title: The Backmeddle. That may change, as may everything else, during revisions. The next step will be to chop scenes, or parts of scenes, that we don’t need. But even after we do that, this book is going to be big. By One True Word Count, she comes in at 135,000 words.
But our girl is tall; she was never meant to weigh 100 lbs. And, more important, she has a healthy body-image. When critics tell her, “You can never be too thin,” she rolls her eyes and just gets on with her life. She is a strong girl, and likes it that way. She chooses not to carry any fat–she wants everything to be there for a reason–but she will certainly not listen to those who tell her what she is supposed to look like. She runs the hurdles of intertwining plots, she swims through complex themes, she lifts the weight of being a sequel, and she climbs rocks of multi-layered character. She’ll look like she can do all of those things, and she sees no reason to pretend otherwise. When we have finished her training, she will be exactly as big as she wants to be, and anyone who thinks she should be smaller can go fuck himself.
Skyler and I are not done helping our girl train, and become everything she is able to be, but she already knows herself, and we’re very proud of her.