So, I was telling the Butcher about my new book, which is about a minister’s daughter who turns into a flock of birds. And I was explaining to him about how I want to end it–with the flock of birds pooping on a Methodist congregation. Now, I have mentioned that I’m considering ending the book this way to a number of people, some of whom have been offended and some of whom have found it funny.
The Butcher is the first minister’s kid I have mentioned it to and it barely registered for him as a big deal. OF COURSE the minister’s kid would poop all over the congregation if she got the chance. Duh. Where is the drama in that?
What he was more interested in is whether she could transform just a part of herself. Like say she at a baseball game, deep in the stands, when suddenly she had to poop. Could she make her hand turn into a bird, let that fly off and take care of business, and then come back? I had no good answer for him.
He asked how she became able to turn into birds and I said I didn’t know. There’s another woman in the story who can do it, but the story she was told about why it’s a skill she has is a lie. And the Butcher said that it seems to him that it should be that one day, a flock of birds decided to become a woman.
Whew, I like that. I don’t know how I’ll use it, but I’m stealing it.
Tiny Cat Pants 