I'm only five or six chapters in, still unsure where this is taking me, but found it interesting that you, brother, said it reminded you of our home town. The drugs, yes. But are "our" people really so backward? My FB page should make The New York Times or something. Not because it's so brilliant; it's quite mundane for the most part, but because of the span of political views that are aired there. I have bleeding heart liberal friends, and I have ultraconservative friends; I have elder friends and I have teenage friends, and their thoughts all show up on my FB page. I know of one case where two women have become cyber friends because of one commenting on the other's post. Technology is a wonderful thing in many cases.
But most of that wasn't about Winter's Bone. And neither is the next comment.
I finished a sort of fantasy short story that I first wrote in high school, and I sent it to Pat asking for comments. She started with "I'm not going to lie to you," a phrase we'd been discussing on Sunday afternoon, and then wrote, "I liked it." She recommended I consider making it a novel instead of a short story, but I think it's destined for a SciFi/Fantasy magazine, and my hope is, for publication there. It's funny that horror horrifies me; most Stephen King movies scare me to death, as do many of his books. I'm talking cold-sweat, scared to go to bed, nightmares when I do kind of horrified. But I think I could write horror. Maybe because I experience it the way I do. I have at least one story that's been rattling around in my head for years that screams for a horrifying ending. I wonder if I'll have nightmares if I write it down, or if I'll exorcize some demon in the process. Well, no time for it today, so the question will hang in the air until I have time and energy to answer it.
LM
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