…that make your stories go into Wrongtown?
I’m about 500 words into my second Week 6 story. It’s a pseudo-fairy tale, and for some reason it keeps taking me to Wrongtown. But young girls and unspeakable desire just seem to add up to wrongness when you’ve entered fairy tale land. Or maybe it’s just me.*
*I don’t think it’s just me, actually. This story is not quite as far into Wrongtown as Angela Carter’s ‘The Snow Child’ but it’s definitely living next door to it.
I’m confused – don’t most fairy tales *start* in Wrongtown?
Yes, yes indeed. Thus, my story will officially begin and end as a citizen of Wrongtown. And I’m fine with that. 😉
And possibly looking to *me* as a moral compass isn’t a good idea…
Actually, I think it’s a fabulous idea. Your wrong-o-meter seems to be on the same wavelength as mine…
Mine’s obviously way off – I just spent twenty minutes re-reading The Snow Child, trying to work out what was so wrong about it….
And this is why we are all friends.
Indeed. 🙂