The first draft of the darkest, most violent thing I've ever written and I have no idea what to make of it. It's at least three times too long to be a short story, it's disjointed, sweary, brutal. It's got fairies. And wizards. And junkies. And boys made of sand. And swans. And guns. And boxcutters. There's a Hello Kitty lunchbox in there at one point.
It's possible I can do something to turn this into some kind of story, or perhaps two. But right now it has to go sit in a cold, dark place and moulder some more. I don't think I'll be able to look at it for months.
Yuck. Tomorrow I'm starting a story about happy little bunnies who eat ice creams and go to the movies.
And now I need to listen to something sweet. And take a shower.