I’ve been finding it almost impossible to continue my NaNoWriMo attempt along the lines of the Dresden-Rowena love story, so I’ve decided to write on Dresden’s childhood. This chapter is a short story by itself, and requires no prior knowledge of the novel. Here’s an excerpt of it, the epitaph that Dresden writes for this beloved dead chicken:

Here lies a chicken
Cooked beyond perfection
Original and unseasoned
Burned beyond recognition
Loved by Dresden
Killed by Dresden
Love kills –
Love not.
–- Dresden

Read the dramedic chapter in its entirety: Dresden’s Childhood

13,348 in 19 days. Oh boy, I’m in trouble.