Not swinging dicks with you, Snuka, but the story I'm working on this very instant -- well, until this very instant, when I needed to take a breath -- was supposed to fall in the 6,000 to 8,000 range, and I just put 9,000 words in my rearview with a good chunk to go. So, yes, I know where you're at.
I think it's a good thing, though. There's no worse feeling than having to stretch 500 words of material into a 1,000-word hole, except that time I was checking out a girl's ass on the street and realized it was my sister. That was a really, really bad feeling.
ANYWAY, I'd much rather have 2,000 words of material and have to scale it back down. At least then you know those words count, have meaning, have weight.
Just means you did some good reporting, is all. Keep running with it. And then go back and be judicious as shirt in your pruning. Leave only the ripest fruit on that tree.
And Moddy, I hear what you're saying (or I read what you're writing), to which I say, When you're a kid, every story is the biggest story in the world. And I'd rather read a thread about writing than run into the forty-seventh catjack or some other shirt. As far as SportsJournalists.com sins go, I think this one's pretty small.