Chapter 11 of twelve chapters is finished, hurrah hurrah hurrah. Possibly the action is a bit rushed because I wanted to get to the final scene in the chapter before I forgot the image I wanted to present to the reader. I'm not sure and likely I'll stretch things out during revisions. Anyway, the murderer has been named and pursued and things end on a beach. It's a sunny afternoon and birds are singing all around. I remain pleased with my two policemen. Chapter 12 comes next, where we have a wrap up of loose ends, some, and one last twist. The discovery and reading of letters (all but one) will occur. Lots of fun because I really don't like denouement.
Current word count is about 65K. I already have a long list of things I need to do to the MS during revisions. Last night I was thumbing through a volume of Aristophanes, looking for the play in which a judge extemporizes poetically about birds. It turned out, of course, to be the lawyer character in the play "Birds." I also reacquainted myself with the Biblical story of Jephtha and his daughter.
I dreamed last night of the brief but intense little scene where Banquo is murdered by the three assassins hired by Macbeth. That must be indicative of something. Possibly only that I shouldn't read Shakespeare just before bed.