Yesterday, I started a short story for Halloween. I’ve been reading Douglas Adams, and I think it shows. That might not be a bad thing, for a short story. Anything longer, and I’d have to start taking pills. The whole story is a lot more relaxed than most of what I write. I’m having fun. I’m not revising as I go. And my characters just dismembered a second grade teacher.

I don’t know why they would have dismembered a second grade teacher. Mine was actually pretty good. She was also–actually–my fifth grade teacher, so that makes her one of two teachers who managed to survive me not once, but twice.

Good for her.

In the beginning, I was thinking about it for the PG-rated, non-child-unfriendly blog hop I’m part of. And then, I realized the dismemberment was probably a step too far, and there’s usually not even a hint of necrophilia in children’s books.

(Is it still necrophilia, if you re-animate the corpse first?)

So, being a responsible adult**ahem**fine, upstanding citizen **er** slightly afraid of my kids’ lit friends…. I’ll be writing something more suitable, and saving this one for later.