November is National Novel Writer’s Month. So far, I’ve had two days, both of them weekend days, to compose and I’m already sadly lagging. I’ve written 2,958 words, and I should be at 3,334 words. What does that mean for you, dear reader? Most likely that in the coming weeks I’ll be ridiculously slack about posting things to my blog. However, as recommended here, I may also begin posting extra-juicy story tidbits for your reading pleasure. It seems like a reasonable idea…
Anyway, hope your Halloween weekends were grand! For Gina, here’s a short tidbit:
For Halloween Mabel decided to be a unicorn. We don’t know how she stumbled upon the ridiculous idea. She had no predisposition towards that particular creature – I was the one who had collected them as a little girl. She thought it would be easy I suppose – get a white horn, wear a white outfit, and you’re set. Not thrillingly creative or corny, but fun enough for her. Mabel tended to stick to more traditional costumes anyway.
Of course my childhood interest meant I had read and researched and generally knew much of what there is to know about the mythical beasts, so I was able to ‘help’.
“Did you know that actually unicorns can be made?”
“No, but I really don’t think it’s that relevant to the costume.”
“Well, evidently the ‘horn’ of many animals, such as cows, is really a tooth that turns and grows upwards. If there’s some genetic variation or disease-related reason that one of the teeth doesn’t grow like it’s supposed to – poof, instant unicorn.”
“Where do you think I should look for a horn, anyway? The Garment District? Or would someplace like I Party be better?”
“It happens quite frequently among deer. Maybe it’s an issue of poor nutrition.”
“Really, Sammie, FOCUS. I need assistance.”
I smirked. “You could always just cut the horn off a stuffed toy.”