Take a 16 year girl, heir to Failans Farm, with a mother gaga about all things Tolkienesque; add repeating nightmares of decapitation, and finds of headless bodies spanning nine centuries from the twelfth to present; combine with a guy who wears a black dress who claims to be 1000 years old; and slowly stir in the Saxon Runes. A lively recipe for the Can Of Worms. Posting on Wednesdays, begins 5th April.
Can Of Worms, with 52K words, would qualify for NaNoWriMo—except it wasn’t written in the wet month of November, but during February’s cold. Moreover, I wasn’t aiming for that, it just worked out that way.
I have since reworked for continuity, foreshadowing, and pulled back on the protagonist’s dialogue. During the upload process I’ll be giving it a bit of a polish. Other than that, it is raw.
For those who come late and want to start at the beginning, chapter links will be given on the Can of Worms page (see top menu) as the work is posted.
Hope you enjoy.
Look forward to the new tale!!
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I trust it will not disappoint.
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I was gonna say I look forward to it with “bait-ed” breath!! You know..you threw out the lure and have worms….and all!!
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Yea, I used to co fishing, though we used maggots. My brother used to keep them in his bedroom overnight. I can still hear my mother’s eruption the day he forgot to empty them out and they hatched . . . .
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totally LOL
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Clearly you were possessed during the month of February.
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After saying no, I wouldn’t write it, and then . . . well, the inspiration took and that was that.
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And besides, “Can of Worms” is SUCH a title! 🙂
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It came to me while I was researching certain aspects of the story. And I thought, oh boy, with the set up I have here, this could be like opening a proper can of worms.
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