This post, about the distress of the privileged, is just brilliant. Still, I don’t think I could ever be that nice or thoughtful.
I think the secret to a good apple pie is all in the choice of apples. I like to use six apples in a pie–two granny smiths and then two firm apples of some hearty tasty stock and two mushy apples, possibly even one Delicious, which we know is the blandest apple in the apple world. That way you get juice and some falling apart action and a unique flavor every time.
Though, truth be told, I would eat a sour granny smith pie every day, too. Coupled with ice cream, there’s nothing better.
After a good night’s sleep, I have decided that the Bell Witch Sheep problem is actually perfect. I knew I wanted a bestiary, something that would collect relevant canine-like myths. But my idea has been that this bestiary is somehow connected to Adelicia Acklen and I haven’t really had a… something… that made it being her bestiary matter.
But considering the bunny headed dog has given me an idea. An idea I am so stoked about and a little freaked about because it affects the design of the project, how the story looks on paper.
And that’s very exciting to me.
I had been putting off writing this part until the end, but now I think I’m going to focus on it next. And that makes me happy because it means both the last narrator–who has read the whole book–and I will know what’s in that section before she tells her story.