Other writers get to do this sort of thing, so why shouldn’t I?
I began a new novel today, a historical detective novel whose working title is The Brooklyn Detective.
I: murdered the poor street walker; described her doings on the day she died; described her roommates; had the victim’s sisters find out about the murder; introduced my heroine; and began the process by which the sisters of the victim hire my protagonist.
Today’s reading: Burrows & Wallace’s Gotham: A History of New York City to 1898.