There's a song that I don't even think I've heard all of, which has the lyrics:
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire...
I'm currently hearing that in my head as:
My book, my book, my book is too big...
I'm getting to the mid-way point, story-wise. But I'm also at 78,000 words. Oops.
Time to prune, because even if this novel winds up being two books instead of one, I still need to make certain there's no extra fat in it.
