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Here’s the synopsis I posted there when I signed up this afternoon:
Moss Cole is a private detective. The kind you thought only existed in old movies and afternoon reruns. He’s smart, talented, sometimes even charming. You’d think he could find a better gig than carrying on his grandfather’s legacy as a ‘Dick’.
Moss is out of money, out of ideas and out of steam. That’s why he’s looking for a stolen Sinatra record… one that may be a figment of one cantankerous old bastards imagination. Of course, if that were true, Moss wouldn’t have so many people busting down his door and threatening his meager life.
I’ve had this story in mind for quite a while now, and I had already laid out a rough storyline and some backstory notes, but not a word of the story has been written yet. I’ll try to keep a word count update going here, and maybe post a weekly excerpt as I go. 50,000 words before November 30 works out to close to 2k a day, so wish me all the luck on the goddamn planet… I’m gonna need it!
And awaaaaaay we go!