And I just wrapped up chapter five. This means the next chapter will be six out of twelve and I'm on the downward slope. I've got something like twenty or twenty-five thousand words written. This means the book will most likely wrap with around forty-five or fifty. When I stroll through it for the second draft, start adding in more asides, spiffing up the dialogue, rethink descriptions, I wouldn't be surprised if it closes out at sixty thousand words or so, which I'm just fine with in a book of this type. Adding more later on is way easier than slashing thousands of words in a later editing round.
This chapter was one I've been looking forward to for awhile, a visit to a non-Euclidean casino, filled with customers from higher dimensions. Lots of strangeness to write about, plus there's stuff going on behind the scenes which made for an interesting flow of events while I was churning out verbiage.
One thing I've been struggling with a little is where to settle the line between the fantastic stuff and the mundane. I've already established that the setting is near-future enough that most people know what, say, a giraffe is. And there's real-world stuff like tooth brushes and Rubik's Cubes and so on.
On the other hand, they are in space and it's a pretty over the top setting. I made a throwaway reference to an entire civilization which disappeared into a black hole because they let the wrong casino set up shop in town. There are holograms and a receptionist who's a sentient cloud of gas. What I'm shooting for is a comfortable balance between the two extremes, using the balance to play off of for humor, but you never really know how that sort of thing works out until you try it.
It might be an action point in a later draft, but who knows. The only thing I can do is chug along, writing from the gut and hope it all makes sense in the end.