It's a rich man's game no matter what they call it

Here's recent progress on my comedic murder mystery about an inconsistently clairvoyant travel agent who prevents a Seattle detective from participating in a plane crash - and together, they fight crime! Now with Bonus karaoke parlor tricks, a snarky best friend in a cast, and a fish named Brutus:

Project: Far-Fetched
Deadline: September 8
New words written: 6729
Present total word count: 25,047




Things accomplished in real life: Walked the dogs; talked the vet out of some med refills; went to grocery store; went to liquor store; hung with and/or played tour guide for my brother - who came into town for a few days; cleaned whole house; did a bunch of laundry after brother left.

Things accomplished in fiction: was semi-useful at cold case crime scene, at least until the good-bye handshake - when our heroine had a psychic flash that [gasp!] suggested the Nice Cop Dude was somehow connected to the murder of her fiance 4 years earlier; cop went home and tried to unpack events, was counseled by teenage daughter of dubious helpfulness; heroine went home and cried on the phone to her best friend.

Other: Not a terrible multi-day total, but I didn't get any work done while my brother was visiting. Still averaged *almost* a thousand words a day, so I can't complain. I'm almost caught up! Sort of. And hey, I cracked 25k, so that's nice. Almost a third of the way through the draft, huzzah!

Number of fiction words so far this year: 49,952