I'm feeling very close to crossing the finish line with the novella I've been working on. I had stopped working on it for months, but was recently reinvigorated in regard to it. It is heavily influenced by the work of Ken Sparling, whose untitled novel I've just about finished reading. One of my favorite parts is page 29 where he writes,
"What did he say?"
"He said: The hardest thing in the world to harvest is a face. There are people who are beautiful and, for reasons of their own, having to do with the gift of their beauty, they are afraid to give you their faces. There are people who are ugly who have their own reasons for being afraid. But if you look someone in the eye, there is always the small chance they might not look away."
"Does he think you are beautiful?"
"He said so?"
"He doesn't have to."
oh yeah, and CHAPTER THREE