It used to be that when you finished writing an article, you marked it -30-. Thirty meant done. Complete. Finished. Yesterday, I hit Thirty on Have Yourself a Merry Little Witchmas. Ish. Thirty-ish. It came in WAY over my target words. I was told November 1st and 20,000 words. What I ended up with was 29,413 words on November 2nd. Hey, it’s still a novella!

It’s also been sent off, so we’ll see what we see. I need to flesh out this world now, which is going to be part of my “I’m not really wo...