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Mind F*cked has surpassed 20,000 words. I expected it and agreed to extend it with 35k in mind. This is good as now I can write the story and allow it to finish in its own time instead of squeaking it under the wire with a hasty ending.

A group of authors was asked recently how they wrote contracted story lengths. The annoyance expressed by one reader clarified that he had read a book which seemed to carry right along until suddenly it ended. Plot lines were left loose and the conclusion left much to be desired. He asked if we proposed a length or were told a length by which to wrap up a full story.

It's a good question. I thought I'd post one of many answers here. I'm fortunate to have flexible publishers (with some exceptions. *Ecccccccccck* *Ecccccccccck* Sorry. Clearing my throat. *ECCCC!*) who give me free rein. Mostly, I send a proposal with my expected range and aim for that number. Experience tells me how complicated the plot must be and when romantic/sexual elements must be introduced.

One publisher will take a completed manuscript submission before issuing a contract. Another does a bit of both, depending on what slots they need filled (no pun intended) and if I am writing for a specific line.

If a story cannot be adequately told in the provided word limit, I ask the publisher if I can extend. I've never had them say no.

Other shit: Book two of the Darkness series continues to wait. Should have news of it's status in ten days. Thanx to those who've asked.

Other-er shit: I'm planning books into 2011 now. My writing calendar is slated to complete a work every month. Most of them are shorts and therefore not a risk to quality. The publishing world does not cease to amaze me. May there be room for them all.

Note to self: "Mia, there is much to be said for time-off. Why do you do this to yourself?"

Round House

Got release date for CLAIMED BY DARKNESS. Much celebrating ensued for March 4, 2009.

Received notice short story for anthology a go. Working on book: SEX ED. Additional notice of interest in short story: BAD BOYS, BAD BOYS. Holidays appear cheery.

Other news. Found Johnson creeping around building. Am thinking too much attention to vacuum nude dance may have been unwise.

Neighbor M came home late last night. Think she was drunk. M promptly took basket to laundry. Late night dryer sitting?

Note to self: "Mia, invite gay friend L over and make out on balcony with much groping. Must discourage Johnson."