Looking back over my book Hardboil High: Freshman
Several years ago, almost eight, I spent 2 days in my family's cabin on the lake writing the next, great American novel. Sounds like a horror film, right? Well, nothing scary happened, except for a lot of cabin fever. But not that kind of cabin fever. What I did do was pretty much what I was aiming for... I wrote an entire complete first draft of my novel. Was it perfect? Far from it. Was it there? Yeah. Did I feel like I'd made a mistake? Mostly. Did I have a lot of fun? Absolutely. Today, I went back and started putting the numbers together, and looking at what I had. I was feeling more positive about my work, and feeling like maybe there was something there to brag about, if I'd just get back on it. [caption id="attachment_1190" align="aligncenter" width="780"] A book by the numbers.[/caption] Turns out that a) I wrote more words in 2 days than I remembered, b) I had a higher wordcount than I recalled as well. That definitely left me feeli