I came up short on word count for NaNoWriMo yesterday, hence the Yellow Square of Shame in the calendar. I mostly made up for it today, though, clocking in almost 2200 words. That puts me at 55%, and fairly happy.

I’ve actually begun to figure out chunks of the mystery involved, which is a relief. I know whodunnit, why, and some interesting paths that may get us there.

“I’m not sure I want you going back to that place.”

She gave me that look she gives me. “I am in less danger than you, beloved. I can handle myself.”

“Doesn’t make me happy about it.”

“I can think of places I would rather be as well. But that’s an occupational hazard in our line of work.”

I chuckled. “Maybe next life we should come back as tropical island inspectors.”

“Deal,” she said, a small smile on her face. “But next time, my name goes on the cards first.”

“Ha!” I gave her a kiss, looked at her. “You be careful.”

“You, too.”

“Back at the office at Noon, we can grab a bite and compare notes.” She nodded. Then she turned and left.

I hated when she did that. Though the view was pretty nice.

Kitten had been slacking a bit this week, too, but knuckled down with Margie while I was at karate, generating some 600 words (out of the 5,000 she has as a goal). She’s about 2/3 of the way there, which is remarkable.