Yawn, you say. Another one of those "wordcount" posts. Sorry, but that's what I got and I do after all use this blog to track this kind of stuff.
Anyway, I did a lot of typing this weekend (as well as a lot of other, non-bookish stuff) and I've finally caught the Word(tm) document up to the handwritten manuscript so I can say with some authority (sorry) that I've got 46,735 words of detective novel written. I'm at the start of Chapter 8 now. The detective has just made a public accusation of murder. Very, very exciting stuff.
The plan was for Chapter 7 to end with "You are the murderer!" and for Chapter 8 to take up the scene in the following moment, with all the resultant action opening the new chapter. But I realized that I can actually skip the whole scene. Yes, I can, because for important reasons, the detective must discuss the scene again later with another character and why play it all through twice for the reader? So we only get the recap and a discussion of the (moral and ethical) consequences of the accusation, but not the action post-accusal. Which is a better way to handle this. It also allows me to put in a couple of jokes and to display some important things about character which otherwise wouldn't get in there. So well done, me.
There was a moment (a long moment that stretched for a couple of weeks, to be honest) where I had absolutely no idea how I was going to structure this part of the book and I thought that All Was Lost. But things are falling together pretty well and I'm nicely excited to get on with the last third of the novel. The plot is complicating itself and generating all sorts of misdirection under its own power. I call that success. I think I'll have a look at the Second Act during revisions and see if I can stir in even more misdirection, which is very ironic of me but I won't bother to say why, not just yet. Possibly when I've finished with the novel and sent if off to my agent I'll be willing to talk about the shell game that is a detective novel. But not yet.
Anyway, 46,735 words. Take that, Malasarn!
Also, courtesy of Mighty Reader, a Monetesque view of the flower beds: