Clint & Kenny find a foot

A foot you say??
Yes. A foot. At first I had them finding a shin bone. Then I had to ask myself if there was anything attached. Ankle and foot bones? Oh hell. Let's make it a complete foot. Severed just above the ankle, but leaving the leg bone. Kenny stashes it in Clint's backpack and they store it in Kenny's deep freeze back behind his house.

Carol Dillard and her son are going at it with great vim and vigor. (vim? I think I used that word right.) So far the score's tied at 1 to 1. I'm already wanting Cameron to win most of the arguments... When I started, he was going to totally put her in her place and squash her like a bug. But I think Carol has more venom than I'm giving her credit for. Maybe not quite like Pearl, but Carol's got a bite to her. And I got to thinking that it might be more interesting to write a series of fights that go back and forth, alternating victors. Making it seem either like they love to hate and just enjoy the fight, or it could be that niether of them can stand losing and will do whatever it takes to win. Something. I guess it would be more interesting than having Cam win all the time.

ANYway... That's about as far as it's gotten. Oh, and we changed Cosette's fate. The stray kitty is found on Luke's property all chewed up save the head. He caught sight of a critter's movement but it was too far and too vague for him to be able to accurately say what it was.

Eddie Gein, Where are You?

Buried in Plainfield, that's where.

I've reached a point in the story where the nature of the killer must be decided. The little townie quirks are lovely, but we must try to keep things relevant to the plot lest we spread ouselves too thin. So I did some research on cannibalism and came across Wisconsin native, Ed Gein. The man was twisted. If you're unfamiliar with the story of the Plainfield Butcher, visit this link: http://www.fortunecity.com/roswell/streiber/273/gein_cf.htm

(I apologize for the pop-up ads in advance, but the info on this site is quite comprehensive.)

I notice that Ed Gein and Jeffery Dahmer are both from Wisconsin.

Coicidence???

And here I'm setting my little cannibalistic horror thriller in Wisconsin. How fitting. But that wasn't exactly why I chose Wisconsin. I chose to set it in Wisconsin because I felt it was important to pick a location I was most familiar with. Plus I wanted this thing to feel real. To feel like an ordinary small town. And to me, Wisconsin small towns are about as ordinary as you can get. And you get to throw in some of that Norwegian and German heritage.

So ANYway... As ordinary as I want this to be, I'm faced with a decision regarding my killer. I've done a considerable amount of research on cannibalism and there's mention of it as a means for magic. But only as a sympathetic magic.(If I eat you, I'll have your strength/powers) But there was also the eating of hearts in an attempt to gain immortality with the ancient Egyptians. This would mean a whole new line of research.(the ancient Egyptians)

I mean, I could totally make something up--And that's what a good storyteller's supposed to do. Go nuts, be as original as you can. But I want to do it in such a way that you could either "Mulder" it or "Scully" it. Whichever way the reader wants to go with it. Regardless--I gotta know the nature of this killer. Even though we haven't divulged who it is. And may not at all... I need to know as a writer, so I know what tid bits the townsfolk would or wouldn't find as this thing unfolds.

When I started it, I wanted this guy to be real. I wanted the whole thing to be real. But the element of the supernatural has begun to look exceptionally appealing to me. I really could have some fun with this.