One of my friends is an established author. He has appeared on the New York Times bestseller list multiple times although he isn’t really a household name. He writes big books. Some topping a thousand pages. He won’t compromise. On my nightstand at the moment is a first novel of some four hundred pages. Prior to it, several of my last bedtime projects involved first books of similar or greater size. Big books. Something into which you could sink your teeth. Pardon the cliche. Recently some literate friends were saying how much they love descriptive writing. Thing is, description takes word counts. Like most writers struggling to find publishers, one of the first obstacles I face is reflected in the adage “write short to write long.” Implied witticism aside, this can be a problem. I’m the first to admit that stories of my own that I’ve pruned down often appear better for the effort. To bring some more comple...
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