Well, all good things have to come to an end. At some point, I just had to get out of the hammock and get on with life. By life, I mean beach walking, writing, editing, and some socialising on-line and off-line.
As far as my writing is concerned, I am now at 2,500 words and there is still no indication as to who is responsible for two deaths in the naturist campgrounds, or why they were murdered. Since I only have 2,500 words left, I need to find out the answers to these questions, I have my work cut out for me.
I’m not used to writing short stories, preferring to use the complicated and intricate laying down of plot, motives, psychological profiles of characters, and so on. Likely, I will go way over the 5,000 words and find myself doing a lot of pruning of the first draft. The muse has returned from a brief day off.