There’s something magical about a triple-digit page count. Maybe it’s that Time Lapse is only the second thing I’ve written (after Bent) that’s ever reached that length. Maybe it’s that one hundred is the first “big” number I ever remember counting to. Maybe it’s just that I’m glad my second novel didn’t crash and burn before it even got off the ground. I don’t know… Whatever it is, though, I know that it’s satisfying in a way few other achievements have been for me.
So there it is: after a brief hiatus to write my short story, “The Day I Learned to Fly,” I’ve hit 100 pages (and counting) in my draft of Time Lapse. Plenty more where that came from!
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