Finished novelette draft, tentatively titled “Commencement”, yay.
Do I have any police friends / followers here? I have a scene from the POV of a cop (mystery story, set in space a few hundred years in the future), and I’d love any feedback if anything in his scene doesn’t ring true to police procedures.
It’s a recently settled planet with maybe 30,000 people total on the planet, so I’d imagine policing might be a bit more rough-and-ready than in Chicago today, but I still don’t want anything to sound really wrong.
The scene is about 3000 words (about 9 pages); I’d be happy to send you just that, or the whole story draft, which is about 19,000 words right now (about a quarter of a typical novel).
Going to go swim now! Here’s a taste of the final scene:
A knock on the door, and Tsinga resentfully called out from his bedding cave: “Come in!” He could smell it was Joethe – the snouts of his people were unmatched in the known galaxy, so much so that for the first few days here, he’d used numbing cream to reduce the intensity. So many aliens, crowded together into small spaces, sometimes even dancing, so they threw off even more scent – overwhelming. He might have passed out from the concentration of pungent odors.
Pic: Arya among the gooseneck loosestrife (and a few weeds). Arya approves of this story, because there’s a stabbing. Arya makes sure no mice survive to tell the tale in our house….
