Have you ever tried to stretch something to proportions it wasn’t supposed to attain?
Like, stretching one biscuit to feed four people? Or, stretching a pair of size 12 jeans to fit a size 16 body?
That’s the situation I’ve dealt with over the past few weeks. I finished my 20,000 word paranormal novella, Tugger’s Down. Great. But then, two test readers told me I must expand it to full novel size.
Have you ever tried that? It’s excruciating.
After much mumbling, hair-pulling and tears, my poor novella has attained a size of almost 40,000 words. Not nearly enough. But I had to take a break from the torture, so I’m currently editing two other novels I finished (finished? ha!) last year.
Writing is fun. Rewriting, editing, stre-e-e-e-tching, is for the birds…