The Theatre of Curious Acts has closed its doors a little shy of 50,000 words. I guess that makes it the novel that wanted to be a novella.
We'll call it the final draft for now, but we all know how these things go. I've left the manuscript with a little woman (my mother) who will either scratch her head and sigh or phone someone to take me away. When I described a little of what it contained she asked if I was popping pills. :) It's all powered by chocolate, ma.
It includes the four horsewomen of the apocalypse, a pirate ship, roads made out of fingernails, dead soldiers, living soldiers, a girl called Snow Black, a B movie monster, some poisoned apples (I kid you not) and the cast of The Breakfast Club. Oh yes, really looking forward to writing this synopsis.