“Editing” doesn’t necessarily mean “trimming,” I know, but every time I set out to make the dang thing shorter it seems to laugh in my face. . . .
Don’t ask me how I managed to get such drastically different word counts while keeping the same page count. That’s an actual screen capture.
Words breed. And the new baby words doesn’t take up much room.
It’s like paperclips are baby coat hangers. That’s why you always have fewer paperclips, and coat hangers that you swear you never got.
My problem is the opposite. I tried once to write a novel, and got as far as five pages before admitting my muse is laconic.