Seventy-seven thousand seven hundred and seventy-seven words.

Why do I get this odd feeling that that is an unlucky number? Its better than 66666. I suppose its a good thing that I don't believe in lucky numbers. I was going to just post about reaching 75000, but which of these looks better: Seventy-five thousand words?
Seventy-seven thousand seven hundred and seventy-seven words?
See what I mean?

Well, I had a goal of 90000. I am 86% percent done with that goal, and yet I am only halfway through the book. But this couldn't possibly go on to 140000 could it? Well, at any rate, this draft is going to wind up around there somewhere. When I get to third drafts, I will probably cut it down a good deal. 
Currently, there is one chapter with crazy amounts of information just dumped in, so that at least is going to be spread out a little, and dispersed throughout the rest of the story. My plot got so confusing that even I have no idea what is going on any more, so that will probably change again in third drafts. 
Its okay though. I needed to work through it to even figure out what was so confusing. One of the things that I find most annoying in books, is plot gaps. Parts that don't add up or don't make sense. I have a lot of those right now, and I intend to destroy all of them in TD. 
A little voice in my head was telling me that when your plot gets out of hand and things feel like they need 200000 words just to get out, you should separate it into two books. But honestly, my plot seems so simple that I am sure it only belongs in one book. 
No one reading this post, except the Lady Awdur, has any idea what I'm talking about when I say that the scribe must go. But I have finally come to the decision that the stupid story of the scribe just makes unnecessary confusion. So by by, my dear, wonderful scribe. I love you, and you can stick around until I am finished with this draft, but you have to go. 
Condensing extraneous characters is one of the most beneficial things for a book, but I find it very difficult, as condensation just means killing one of them. Some people take similar personalities, and make one person. I take similar purposes in my story, and make on person.
It makes much more sense for Djedefre to write the scroll, since he originally found the destroyed shrine, and the Pendant. Really, the only real purpose of the scribe, was to explain why Reni's mom did what she did, and make her seem more noble. Its much more realistic, for her to have no idea what is going on, and just leave the Pendant among her things, go to visit her sister, and get murdered. That would probably cut out a couple thousand words by itself, since Reniseb naturally spends a lot of time trying to figure things out. The problem was, I realized that there wasn't any way that everything I put in there could all fit together and still make sense. 

I think I mentioned my giant information dump chapter? I struggle between dumping too much information at once, and reading suspenseful books, where the only thing I can think is "why wouldn't they have just said all that at the beginning, and made everything easier?"

And Reniseb's dad being crazy? Created merely to drive Reniseb out of the house....but Reniseb is a very logical and sensible person, if timid and shy, and she wouldn't really need any motivation except for "if you don't go, people will die and it will be your fault." She would know this was true, and she would realize that she needed to leave, and she would leave. Boom!

Reniseb's weird shell of creepy unemotional reservedness. At times like this, when I realize that something is really stupid, I can't help but wonder why my friends let me write it in the first place. Perhaps they too are only just now realizing that it must die. Of course, this particular weirdness is not dead entirely. Merely....less extreme? In theory, it worked really well, but I discovered as I was writing, that Reniseb just wasn't THAT dead inside. At least not any more. I am now toying with the idea of her development being less 'suddenly I am childish and fun' and more 'I am no longer as shy and timid as I was' 
She will still remain the Reniseb I know and love though.....with all her dislike of laughter and tears, and strange ability to control them for the longest time. It is interesting, because a lot of people think of the ability to never cry, and never laugh, and never show much emotion, as being some sign of strength. But I like the idea that as Reniseb becomes stronger and braver, she is no longer afraid to laugh or cry, or yell, or do silly things. And of course, she is not afraid to fall in love....did I mention that she and Ukani are adorable together?
[H]e stood directly behind me and wrapped his arms around me, resting his chin on top of my head.
Ordinarily, it would have been very difficult to remain rigid under such circumstances, but I was tired. I had just been abruptly jolted out of a rather depressing memory, and I suppose I should have been grateful, but I wasn’t. I had been awake too long to think logically, and I was not at all pleased.
“Doesn’t this make you want to forgive me?”
“Your chin is hurting my head, and I can’t breathe,” I said flatly.
“Tseskos, how do I bring back Reniseb?” Ukani pleaded. 
I can't explain everything that I plan on changing, but there are a lot of things. Hopefully they will make everything a little simpler, and better in general. 
Oh! I just had an idea. I was never planning on cutting Ukani being sick for two months, but I can spread at least half of my information dump chapter, over that time. 

Anyway, I have a long way to go before third drafts, so I must not let myself waste all my time thinking about them. 
I am very impatient though. Now that I know of so many things that I want to change...its hard to stop myself from changing them.

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