Here’s today’s progress on my modern pseudo-noir police procedural about a neighborhood full of mutated freaks, a sexy former court reporter, an aging cop who’s being forced into retirement, and a multiple murder that took place thirty years ago in an all-night diner called “The Rathole.”
Project: Fort Freak “Remember the Rathole”
New Words: 949 (tiny, but better!)
Present Total Word Count: 26,922 words
Goal: 30,000 words
Due date: October 15
Things accomplished in fiction: Wrapped up Section Eleven and it’s a wee one. In this section (a). 60-something-year-old lovers engage in some morbid pillow talk, (b). suspicions are aired, and (c). a new angle from which to approach the situation is determined. This section will probably grow a little later; I expect it to be a tiny chapter that accumulates all the loose ends like a narrative lint trap. But for now, it stands around a thousand words.
Things accomplished in real life: Did day-job work; ran to post office to mail some stuff; cleaned whole apartment – including everything except dusting, which I’ll get to in a few minutes; visited with Caitlin’s cats (I actually do that almost every day while she’s out of town, but I’ve forgotten to mention it lately); answered about a jillion emails; accepted yet another interview request; subsequently spent the rest of the afternoon filling out the email interview and finally sending it off; agonized over starting Section Twelve of “Remember the Rathole” (since Eleven was so short) but opted to have a glass of wine and a moment to chill instead.
Other: OMG BONESHAKER COMES OUT IN LESS THAN A WEEK OMG OMG OMG OMG.