I had a horrible realization this morning, about my Inner Mess book. Last Sunday, I experienced the thrill of sending off the completed manuscript, all 61,500 words, to my publisher. What a day! (Scroll down to the post called, The Eagle Has Landed for more info).
Except that the contract calls for 65,000 words. I entered ministry so I could avoid math. For the last six months, I’ve had the number 60,000 in my mind. This morning, I looked over my contract–actually, I was too upset to do it, so Margi looked it over for me. Sixty-five thousand, there it is, in black and white.
This would go in the chapter called “Your Inner Dummy” where I talk about “Blanking Out”.
I’m embarrassed that my first manuscript with this wonderful publisher is short; but I’m already working on the fix. I’ll send it in with an apology and an appeal for grace. I guess I won’t be blowing my editor away as an undiscovered yet brilliant writer. Just thought I’d share my realization with you, my faithful reader.