Bascially, none of the worries plaguing me into a state of writerly panic on my beloved Southern Gothic manuscript.
This is vacation. A much-needed writing vacation.
I've gone with Option B and I'm happier for it. I envision returning to writing my "real" novel in December, with fresh eyes and far less angst.
Option B is morphing into a 1930s mystery caper. Or a 1920s caper. Or we could be looking at late 1940s. Meh. Who knows? I've got a dead body on page 4; all is right with the world.
To avoid those long, boring this-is-what's-happening-in-my-novel posts, I'm reinstating the Novel Update.
Novel Update, Day 2
Number of decades in which I've considered placing the story: 3
Dead bodies: 1 (poisoned booze)
Google/Wikipedia searches on poison: 4 (There's an entire List of People Who Have Been Poisoned and How. Holy moly that is SO COOL.)
Love interests: 1
Scenes in an elevator: 1
Suspicious persons: 2 and counting
Hours spent looking up 20s and 1930s fashion: 1.5 (this site was particularly helpful)