Started into my second round of “who is this character beneath what we see” tonight, with Sam Jones, my detective.
The man who was Sam shed his underpaid-cop life and went back to his real home tonight, to an old friend and bad news—as bad as the news that had him packing his identity in mothballs when last I wrote him.
It went well. Got 512 words. Would have stopped at 500, but I really needed to finish the thought I was working on.
And I’m set up well for tomorrow’s segment.
How did it go for you?