08/30/2020 Snippet, TIPPED ON A STIFF (in the can!)

Huzzah! 14,300 goram words later, it’s finally done. Oh, well, it’ll make a good selling point for the anthology.

We stood not on the order of our coming but left at once. As we ran I saw my shoes and belt, and grabbed them in some haste (my pants were fine, but I don’t walk Cin City in my socks and neither should you). We got out in good enough time before the entire damn warehouse caught on fire.

As the four of us looked at the destruction, I started to swear. Sofie looked up from her quick disassembly of whatever it was that Posh Fred thought would keep Irene under control. “What’s the matter, Tom?” I pointed to the flames in sadness and horror. My only solace was, there was something about this in the Lore (there always is).

“My hat was in that place,” I more or less quoted.

Weird night tonight.

I was having trouble trying to wrestle this Tom Vargas story back into mystery mode, until I had a talk with my wife over it. In the process I came to the realization: it’s not a damned mystery. The next novel will be a mystery. This is a two-fisted pulp detective story, so I should stop trying to force it to be something else.

I might actually get the damned thing finished tomorrow, now. Huzzah! …At any rate, that was what the last four hours were about.

Praise Jesus: the Morgan Barod revision is in the can.

80,012 words as of today. I don’t need MORGAN BAROD to stay above 80K, strictly speaking. I just needed it to get above it once and have everything done so that I can send it to Alpha and later Beta readers next month.

If you’re interested in that, by the way, feel free to let me know in comments.