Work continues on The Superhero Murders, if slowed by a sprained ankle this weekend. Lying on the couch for a weekend doesn't mean I can't work out the problems. The second scene didn't feel right. I finally realized that I was simplifying by means of forgetting the perspective of different characters present. Not only that, but I was forgetting just how seriously injured the main character's father is supposed to be. He shouldn't be smiling and talking like his normal self just a few hours later. Lastly, my main character's objective in the scene changed, and not just because the person she wanted it from is still unconscious. The reader doesn't know her yet. They don't understand why she would want what she was asking for yet. Too much, too soon. So with new perspective on the scene, I wrote about a thousand words tonight.
Writer of speculative fiction. Current work in progress is an untitled dark fantasy novella.