Roots Downwards

Dean knelt down and felt the vegetation that was, as he touched it, working it's roots downwards towards his father's coffin. He tried to think of him as he did the night Sissy arrived. As if he were there, as if he could talk, as if he was actually just standing over them with a glass of whiskey in his hand, disapproving of his lack of saying anything.

Chapter Four is getting deemed "Food & Religion" for now. It's moving at a slow pace and the buffer I wrote in on Sunday is gone now. Tonight I'll have to get at least 1,000 words in and probably should be shooting to close the gap to 30,000 without getting too far in Dean's day. The story now is really going to be Harrison vs. Dean, Round Two. After the funeral, Sissy is going to take a much needed rest from the plotline. If there was ever a play of the story, Sissy would be the role to go after - she gets all the good lines, she usually gets to be right or moral, and she gets to kick her brother in the head. In picaro terms, Sissy is the native guide, though, and it's time to remove that from Dean.

I confess - the last half is going to be hard. Can't get over this. This is why I always wrote short stories in college. You get to jump in with a flourish, make a bunch of connections and then get out. Thankfully Nano pushes you to not worry about it, and just get to the finish line.

Then, months of revision...