The Witch was supposed to be a quaint little story about a depressed outsider in a small town. It grew and grew into a coming of age story about a group of friends and a special friendship between an 8 year old girl and the town's most shunned resident.
I shelved The Witch some time ago when I decided to start writing some scary stories. I have been thinking about the story lately and read over the first little bit today. I like it. I like it a lot.
The subject matter is difficult but exciting. It's one of those stories with autobiographical content swimming in fabricated lies. I'm not quite ready to return to The Witch, not just yet. I have Farstrider to update and finish and am working on something with Old Timer. I am also, each Friday while watching the kids at swimming lessons, working on Middleman Aquisitions and, I must say, am having a lot of fun with it.
In further news I seem to be having a little run of bad luck - nothing major, just a bunch of little things, since my little collision a few weeks ago.
Appears that God had a favourite deer...and I killed him.