So, the book opens with Hannah going out to Dickson to purchase some art painted by Kevin, the wrestler, who then becomes a procurer of interesting people and moonshine for her. So, I thought it would be nice, in the last chapter, if we could go back to Kevin’s art. Perhaps he could paint a lovely portrait of the Devil.
But apparently, before we get to that, which was supposed to be the opening scene, my main character is spending sometime fucking the Devil.
Yes, I am mortified.
My parents may never read this book.
Hell, you may never read it.
I may have to take it out before I even get to the second draft. Ha, I don’t know. I blame Squirrel Queen. She was the one who reminded me of the importance of just getting whatever comes into your head down on paper so that you can revise it later. Well, and the Devil, who, of course, would have to throw a wrench into things.
This novel-writing thing… I just don’t know.