The writer's group is going over their tales for the week gone past. Two days hence, Beloved enters the hospital for a very "Space Orc" operation.
Reveal icky things here
* Cut open her arm * Cut off the jagged edges to make them flat * Insert a piece of a corpse's _leg bone_ so it's all the right length * Bolt it all together * Sew her back up
She'll be sore and sorry for herself by next parkrun. And very likely on some really good painkillers.
I have one-paragraph blurbs to write for four novels. Which is much easier than doing all the things for everyone.
Also scarier because I shall be done all the sooner.
But I also need to get a wriggle on if I want to be read and (maybe) loved for what I do.
Onwards, ever onwards.