I finished up the penultimate story. It might need some major pace fucking-with during revisions, but the draft is done. I thought about just going right into the last story, but I need to let it grow at its own pace. I just wonder if it’s going to come like the one I thought would break me open to get out. It kind of feels like that.
So, I have one story, a bestiary, and an index left. I’m looking forward to the index. Should be some room for humor in there, I think.
The only thing I’m bummed about with the bestiary is that I totally wanted to include the Bell Witch’s rabbit-headed dog, but I just can’t let go of the idea that it was a black sheep. Except, come on! A farmer would have recognized a sheep, right?
How mortifying to be not only terrorized by a sheep, but to not recognize it, if that’s the case.
Oh, especially if it was a lamb. It’s all “baa, baa” and you’re hearing it is “boo, boo.”
Now I kind of want a lamb. Not as a pet, but just to hang out with me tonight.