... Great, even as I'm typing this I'm thinking about alternative approaches. But I'm so sleepy and can't write these ideas right now... Well, let's see what lingers come the morning. If it's meant to be, it'll be unavoidable.
Just hoping that I can keep some momentum between weekends. 861 words is not a great victory. Then again, this was yet another day I thought about just going to bed without adding to the novel, so even if they were 861 lousy words, they were still a step in the right direction. And, besides, my frustration might just lead me to a better path. I'll try the Knave's perspective next. If urgency is my go-to, no one will be more annoyed with the Detective's arrival than my Knave. He's the one with a lot to lose right now.