I started writing this as a comment on my previous post, but thought it might almost be interesting enough to stand alone.
“Horn” originally started with my favorite opening line ever: “I saw a unicorn this morning.”
Which is a true story. I did see a molting unicorn wandering through a cornfield along I-80 in Pennsylvania the morning I started plotting this tale.
Or it might have been a piece of rusting farm machinery, but where’s the fun in that?
Someday I’ll find the story that actually goes with that opening line, since this wasn’t it.
Thanks for the congrats, everyone: much appreciated.