I know, work-in-progress updates are very cliche and dull, yet here's one anyway. I'm now 12,588 words into The Last Guest, my "everything but a detective novel, packed into a detective novel," and I have at long last produced a corpse. I should produce an excerpt for you, but now is not the time. Anyway, I'm happy enough with the the novel so far.
Structurally, for those of you who care about
these things, we've moved beyond the introduction and are about to
embark on the phase of the story known as The False Detective. What
larks are in store! Statues and meat lockers and threats and lessons in
detection from a curious foreign woman!