On the other hand, a novel of 800 000 words* recently won the Booker prize, so perhaps I shouldn't worry. This Difficult Novel may be difficult for a reason: two hundred thousand words of gold, perhaps. Or so I keep telling myself.
Did anyone ever look at Michelangelo's David and say, hmm, no way, buddy, WAY too big. It's not going to fit in any doorway. You gotta cut the legs off.
I don't want to cut the legs off my novel, she said obstinately.
* sorry, it wasn't 800K words but over 800 pages, which comes to only 267K words. Perhaps there is no such thing as "too long".