The narrator says, “She always soaks in the Jacuzzi after a stressful day.” Oh? What about the day she wrecked her Mustang Cobra and was hospitalized? That was stressful.
Every, another word to omit. “You can set your clock by her neighbor. He brings in the newspaper every morning at seven.” Oh? What about the Sunday morning his newspaper was stolen?
Anybody, everybody, nobody, somebody—more words to omit. Bodies in a mystery novel should be in a morgue!
Oh, wait! I’ve found a home for these forbidden words in my novel-writing progress report.
Anybody who critiques my mystery draft manuscripts can see that none is ready to publish. Nobody expects perfection, but everybody hopes this won’t become my hobby of always revising every draft and never publishing any mystery.