The end has come. First draft complete as of 11/25/09, 4:11 p.m. CST. The printout sits just over here, to my left.
I can think of many things I need to fix, but also many bits that turned out better than I had thought they would. Only a few months ago, I was on the wrong side of a second act that looked more like a brick wall. And yet I somehow found the story, as I always seem to do. I keep thinking that one of these days, I’ll crash and burn before I’ve had a chance to build my wings . . . but not this time.
Emily recalled Halloween night ten years ago–the screams, the smell of blood, the thud and crunch of human beings turned into meat. "Yeah, I have a pretty fair idea."