I love your thwacking analogy and your description of Hades as part Erik and part Sherlock Holmes.
This afternoon I started to write a Persephone poem, and I got distracted and instead wrote the first five paragraphs of MY Young Adult Persephone novel. And then I stopped because I needed to look up the Latin names of several species of mushroom, but couldn't, because I was on the train. (This novel isn't going anywhere. In fact, I think I'm done. I have no plot, and way too many other WIPS I'm more invested in...but I thought you'd be amused by the way your brain makes my brain bobble around and squeak and sparkle.)
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This afternoon I started to write a Persephone poem, and I got distracted and instead wrote the first five paragraphs of MY Young Adult Persephone novel. And then I stopped because I needed to look up the Latin names of several species of mushroom, but couldn't, because I was on the train. (This novel isn't going anywhere. In fact, I think I'm done. I have no plot, and way too many other WIPS I'm more invested in...but I thought you'd be amused by the way your brain makes my brain bobble around and squeak and sparkle.)
I cheer you on.